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Bronze Statue or Robert E. Lee, by Skrady and LentElli, 
Unveiled at Charlottesville, May 21, 1924 



37 th Annual Reunion of the Virginia 

Division of the Grand Camp 

U Q V. 


29th Reunion of the Sons of 
Confederate Veterans 


May 20, 21, 22, 1924 

Compiled and Edited by 


R. T. W. Duke Camp, S. C. V. 

Committee on Publication 
C. B, Linney, Hollis Rinehart, T. E. Powers, B. F. Dickerson 





General Committee, Homer Richey, Chairman. 

From John Bowie Strange Camp, U. C. V. : C. B. Linney, 
S. J. Moss, Capt. H. Clay Michie, W. H. Wolfe, W. R. Duke. 

From Albemarle Chapter, U. D. C, No. 1 : Mrs. Glassell 
Fitzhugh, Mrs. Lawson M. Turner, Mrs. Richmond Minor, 
Miss Sallie J. Doswell, Mrs. Fred W. Twyman, Mrs. James E. 
Irvine, Mrs. James S. Fitzhugh. 

From R. T. W. Duke Camp, S. C. V.: Homer Richey, T. 
E- Powers, R. T. W. Duke, Jr., Henry W. Battle, S. F. Haram, 
Albert S. Boiling. 

Subcommittees and Chairmen. 

Finance Committee : T. E. Powers. 

Invitation of Notables: C. B. Linney. 

Headquarters Committee : S. S. Fife. 

Transportation Committee : Oscar T. Allegree. 

Committee on Luncheons: Mrs. Lawson M. Turner, Mrs. 
Noble Sneed, Mrs. H. P. Porter. 

Committee on Decorations: J. C. Quarles, Mrs. James E. 
Irvine, Mrs. James S. Fitzhugh. 

Grandstands, Chairs, Tables, etc. : W. Rice Barksdale. 

Smokes, Drinks, Movie Tickets, etc. : M. V. Pence. 

Committee on Housing and Assignments: J. Payne Carroll. 

Reception at Trains: W. Eskridge Duke. 

Reception Committee at Hotel Headquarters: Albert S. 

Police and First Aid : John R, Morris. 

General Program : Homer Richey. 

Music Committee : W. W. Waddell. 

Special Committee on Speaker for Unveiling: H. W. Battle. 

Parade : C. B. Linney. 

Reception : Mrs. Glassell Fitzhugh. 

Grand Ball: Albert S. Boiling. 

Trip to Monticello : Oscar T. Allegree. 



In four years two annual reunions of the Virginia Division 
of the Grand Camp of Confederate Veterans — the thirty-fourth 
and the thirty-seventh — have been held in Charlottesville. The 
thirty-fourth reunion was notable for many reasons, but es- 
pecially for the unveiling of Keek's equestrian statue of Stone- 
wall Jackson in Jackson Park, when the veil was withdrawn by 
two grandchildren of General Jackson, Miss Anna Jackson 
Preston of Charlotte, N. C, and Thomas J. Jackson Christian 
of Utica, N. Y. The chief address was by Senator Patton 
Harrison of Mississippi. In presenting the statue on behalf of 
the giver, Mr. Paul Goodloe Mclntire, Dr. Edwin A. Alder- 
man, president of the University of Virginia, said that in a 
high spiritual sense the presentation was to the valiant souls 
then living who fought beneath the Stars and Bars and in the 
belief that the statue will stand forever a symbol of victorious 
might in war, of single-heartedness in conduct, and an inspira- 
tion to those "who love their country well but freedom more." 
It is the gift, the speaker added, of a great home-loving, unsel- 
fish citizen, bred of this air and born of this soil, who thus 
seeks, through the majestic medium of art and beauty, to teach 
to other ages how moving and eternal are the qualities of cour- 
age and character, of action and principle, of loyalty and honor, 
when embodied in one strong, appealing, fascinating person- 

The second of these reunions was that held in May, 1924, 
whose record the projectors of this volume seek to make per- 
manent and available. Interesting from beginning to end, the 
most important of the three days of the reunion was May 22, 
the one on which occurred, with reverent observances, the un- 
veiling of the statue of Robert E. Lee. 

Some years ago Mr. Mclntire commissioned Henry W. 
Shrady to create a great bronze monument to the leader of the 
Confederate hosts. He had won a high place as a sculptor 
even before he had produced the Grant Memorial at the na- 
tional capitol. The memorial was to be ready for unveiling in 
1 < >22, but the sculptor died in April of that year, having ac- 

"2"' . '••" I-nWH, ■ young Italian artist who had stud ed 

" 3 ''■'■ J. begun In the finished work General Lee is repre 

, '' "" h ' 8 "»**<»* Traveler; horse and rider risint W 

'" "< i haK feet from the top of the pedestal. K^I 
me« stands ,„ hee Park, one entire city square, which M r lire formed by uurchasino- a,„ „;,„ j no Mr - 

ings that were on £ PUrCbaSmg the slte and "movmg the build- 

benjnt' "ore tft " 3 H*** Wh ° Se contributions 

lie is a nati^enf Pfi . « "^ ° f h '' S 0W " r0 ™" & *-»• 
« Ms a of Charlottesville, a son of George M Melnri™. 

rth'trmvt ( M arkC l MClntire - ThCTe * - « 

s,y oV^Sa,1n!XetTad W h^fi n r :t S ^ * "* ?*~ 
ness Afw „„l, r . - ' ex P e ™nce m busi- 

ne 'game n eh? f ° rty / e " s » the h "^ I»riy of the busi- 
rL V ?° a " d NeW Y ° rk ' °«asio„ally suspended 

r P nd the S E t"Tr *" COnce ™ d ' by »l£™ *»£ 
P^a of art Jw ™ T thC " eed ° f recreati0 " «"«• *e ap- 
%ZZ "' . gal,en f s and art en "oWed cities called him he re- 

wavf Hi fi T t,Ve f dty t0 beaUtify and «"<** * in many 
ways. H,s first pft to Charlottesville was a monument "„ 
bronze to commemorate the explorations of Lewis au^ark 

to tT " ^^ ° f AIbemarle ' Wh0 ' commissioned by P S 
den Jefferson, "earned the flag of the young republic to the 

Sir- ~ d a " ""known empire Jthe „I s' 
of Mmty SSe'Sr S,3ndS ^ MidWay ^ " "'""< 
This was followed by a monument of kindred commemora- 
te to a native of Albemarle County, George R„„ ., QaA 
sometimes called "the Hannibal of the West" 'n ' 

Ch^V^ °r f St ° neWa " J^cks,,,, OvYr king Ue ParH 
the a ki7 v Ubrary ' ° ne ° f the ™ st "eautifu st ctur J 

Z*&2£Z£Z the peop,e of his m,iw ™- 

^ift2^^'^ *-?.-*• ^ Entire 

me Arts tor the fostering of arts, including 


architecture and music, its School of Commerce, a wing of its 
hospital, and its out-door amphitheatre with its great organ. 

Mr. Mclntire is a devout doer. Following, where religion is 
concerned, the ancient paths un jostled by historic doubt or re- 
cent instances of wavering faith, he is a modern in the trans- 
mutation of his faith into performance. He looks up the work- 
ers in remote fields where schools and churches are few, and 
supports schools and churches in the mountain coves of his na- 
tive county and in barren places elsewhere. He visits them and 
the leaders of the communities in which they are located, walk- 
ing, like the mountaineers themselves, along many miles of ob- 
scure roads and paths, insists that these leaders make occasional 
contact with the outside world for their own growth and power 
and for the good of those they lead and teach, often furnish- 
ing the money for excursions to distant scenes. 

J. S. P. 



Bronze; Statue of T 

Unvei a * r° MAS J- (ST0N1JWA u.) Jackson, by Keck 
lnvehed at Charlottesviluc, October 19 1921 


The thirty-seventh reunion of the Virginian Division of the 
Grand Camp of Confederate Veterans began in Charlottesville 
at 10 o'clock on the morning of May 20, 1924. The Veterans 
found the city ready for them, appropriately decorated, and 
hundreds of hospitable homes open to them. 

But in the eagerness to receive and honor them there was no 
forgetfulness of other guests— the official ladies, the Sons of 
Confederate Veterans, the cadets from the Virginia Military 
Institute and others, military and civic. 

There are good reasons for believing that the Grand Camps 
had never before attracted to a reunion so many visitors as this 
one. Many came convinced that at this assembly and in the 
very near future they must see, if they see at all again, men 
who followed Lee and Jackson and Stuart, the Ashbys and 
other leaders who officered the greatest army the world has 
known of civilians turned soldiers to defend what they held as 
of greater worth than life. General W. B. Freeman estimates 
that the total number of Confederate Veterans living in Vir- 
ginia does not exceed three thousand five hundred. Not less 
than five hundred of these mustered at Charlottesville. 

All of the meetings of the Grand Camp of United Confed- 
erate Veterans were held in the Jefferson Theater. The first 
session began at 10 o'clock in the morning of Tuesday, May 
20, with prayer by Dr. Vernon I' Anson, chaplain general of the 
Virginia Division of the United Confederate Veterans, in the 
absence of Chaplain Dr. James C. Reid, who was detained by 
illness : 

O Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, our Heavenly Father, 
we thank thee for this day and for the occasion that called us 
together. We have assembled, O Lord, for the annual reunion 
of this Grand Camp and for the unveiling of the noble monu- 
ment erected to the memory of thy Christian Servant, the great 
Christian Soldier and a wonderful teacher of young men and 
the great exemplar to the youth of the land, Robert Edward 


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!,<•<•. Wr 1 1 Link Thee for the wonderful providence which gave 
11 ■■ the noble life for an example of this great leader and teacher 
"I men and we bless Thee for giving us that kind-hearted, gen- 
erous man, Mr. Mcintire, who has given us this splendid eques- 
trian statue lhat is to be unveiled and we pray thy blessing over 
all the meetings held at this time by so many of thy aged serv- 
ants whom thou hast spared to be here, and we also pray Our 
Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy King- 
dom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven, give us 
this day, our daily bread and forgive us our debts as we for- 
give our debtors and lead us not in temptation but deliver us 
from evil for thine is the Kingdom, the Power and Glory 
through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Amen. 

Grand Commander C. B. Linney, then delivered his annual 

The; Grand Commander: 

Veterans, Daughters, Sons of the Confederacy, Ladies and 

^ With inexpressible joy and pleasure, and the deepest emo- 
tions of affection welling in our hearts, we welcome you to this 
historic city, and to the hearts and homes of this appreciative 
and waiting people. Time has not effaced any of the ineffable 
delight which was ours two years ago, when we met to honor 
the memory of the illustrious Jackson. And need I remind you 
that Confederate reunions are no ordinary occasions, but when 
associated with the princely gift of a splendid memorial to Lee, 
which you are here to receive and unveil on the morrow, il dif 
ferentiates itself from all olher reunions, becomes historic, and 
will pass into history nol as the Charlottesville Reunion, but 
the Lee-Mclntire Reunion, A. I)., 1924. 

Standing here in this augusl presence and amid these inspir- 
ing scenes and looking back through the long visla of (he years 
to that splendid galaxy of heroes who have graced this trysting 
place with so much honor and distinction, I declare unto you 
that my very soul is filled with humility, as I assume the duties 
and privileges of the Commander of the Grand Camp of Vir- 
ginia. I therefore bespeak your kind indulgence and invoke 

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your generous aid, that the exercises of this happy occasion, so 
auspiciously inaugurated to-day, may be in keeping with the 
traditions of a glorious past, and find its fruition and climax on 
the morrow, when in the presence of assembled thousands we 
gather to pay our tribute of admiration and affection for one 
whose fame has encircled the globe, and whose pure and un- 
sullied character stands out, pre-eminently, in all history, with- 
out a peer. 

My Comrades, God in his inscrutable providence has brought 
us thus far on our earthly pilgrimage, and we have passed an- 
other milestone in our history as a camp, replete with sacred 
and precious memories, lasting as time and immutable as eter- 
nity. And while these faltering steps, palsied hands and be- 
clouded visions are irrevocable reminders that we are soon to 
come to the parting of the ways, the crossing of the bar and 
the rest in the shade of the trees, I thank God that we have 
lost nothing of our love for the Cause by the lapse of time, 
which has wisely served to intensify our devotion, and will 
only reach its climax when we have ceased to live, and an- 
swered the last roll-call. My Comrades, ours is a rich heritage, 
oh, how rich! Let no man take your crown of rejoicing or sell 
his birthright for a mess of pottage. And is it any wonder that 
our distinguished Governor out of the fullness of his patriotic 
soul, proclaimed to the people of Virginia that he had rather 
be, as he is, the son of a Confederate soldier, than to be the 
Governor of this old Commonwealth with all its honors and the 
emoluments of State. 

When the great apostle to the Gentiles was making his mas- 
terly defense of the Gospel before the Roman centurion, his 
citizenship was impugned, and the proud and haughty Roman, 
in deep humility, had to confess that he purchased his freedom 
at a great price. Imagine if you will the heart of the great com- 
moner, swelling with conscious pride as he exclaimed, "but I 
was free born." That's the priceless freedom. 

Or follow the French soldier as he is arraigned for a great 
crime. The court is convened, the jury impaneled, and the 
vast gathered assembly intense with expectancy to hear the 
trial. The judge with solemn and measured tones asks the 
prisoner what is his defense. Raising his sleeveless arm to 

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heaven, he ex [alms, "Nothing, your Honor, nothing. I fought 
With Napoleon ,, Waterloo." The crime is quickly expiated 
■""I amidsl the shouts and huzzas of the populace he goes forth 
' free man, That's patriotism in action. 

But, my comrades, what are these marvelous experiences 
compared with the glory, honor and immortality of the Con- 
federate soldier? See him as he struggles up the bloody heights 
Oi (.ettysburg, under the piercing and admiring eye of his great 
Commander, as he seeks with super-human effort to reach the 
goal and win the day. The decisive hour has conic, and the 
fate of the Confederacy is hanging in the balance. Southern 
valor is to be put to the test, and to assert its supremacy. The 
battle is joined and with quick and measured step they advance 
upon the foe. The long line of infantry is being decimated at 
every step. Brigades are reduced to regiments, regiments to 
companies, companies to squads, and the curtain is soon to fall 
upon the unequal contest. But listen. It is the clarion call of 
the Captain of the last remaining squad struggling to reach the 
wall. With hat and sword extended above his head, and in the 
midst of the din and turmoil of the battle his clarion voice is 
ringing out, "Come on, men, come on. My God, would you 
live forever?" And they expire in a perfect halo of glory. 
Live, yes live, in the affection and admiration of their com- 
rades. Live in the pride and adoration of the State that gave 
them birth. Live to equip an Angelo with vision so sublime 
that he may portray the heroes upon the canvas as fit bed-fel- 
lows for princes, to hang in the world's great gallery oT death- 
less souls. Live to furnish inspiration and heroic theme for 
the orator, with words that burn, and thoughts thai glow, thai 
may live forever. The battle is over. The stillness of death 
reigns. My Comrades, is it too much to believe thai as (lie sil- 
very shades and gentle zephyrs of the quiet evening hour gather 
about the sacred and hallowed place, there were upturned faces, 
wreathed with raptured vision, gazing into (be heavens to catch 
the compassionate and redeeming smile of (be heavenly father, 
and ministering angels hovering round to convoy their spirits 
to the celestial shores? 

^ When that princely giver and philanthropist, Paul G. Mcln- 
tire. presented the city of Charlottesville and the University of 

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Virginia with those splendid equestrian statues of Jackson and 
Lee, the product of the genius of America's foremost sculptors, 
Shrady, Lentelli and Keck of New York, a committee of our 
.most distinguished citizens were requested to write the inscrip- 
tions. They met, deliberated and deliberated, and came to the 
wise conclusion that the English language with all its variety, 
expression, beauty and poetry, was incapable of adding any- 
thing to the glory and immortality of the great soldiers, and to- 
day, the enduring granite bears the immortal names of Thomas 
Jonathan Jackson and Robert Kdward Lee. 

Had I the tongue of Jew or Greek, and nobler speech than 
angels use, or were the proud possessor of the eloquence of a 
Demosthenese, I could never reach the pinnacle of fame their 
own achievement hath wrought. 

God forbid that I should ever be guilty of the sin of irrever- 
ence, but, my Comrades, it seems to me that there is an im- 
measurable depth of kinship between the Supreme Sacrifice 
that purchased the redemption of the world from sin, and that 
of a soul, created in the image of his Maker, endowed with 
superhuman intelligence, penetration and marvelous solution of 
the many intricacies of life and with Godlike power to suffer 
and endure, who can lay down his life upon the altar of freedom 
that he may emancipate his country from the thraldom of op- 
pression, bring deliverance to the captive and set at liberty those 
who are dearer to him than life itself. 

But, my comrades, men like Pilate are ever asking what is 
Truth, and the answer comes back with wondrous import. 
Truth is the eternal principle of right, is Godlike, and will pre- 
vail. The battlefield, often the inevitable arbiter of fate, may 
decide the issue ; the camp fires may cease to burn ; the bivouac 
become a deserted hamlet ; the dreary midnight march a thing 
of the past; the bugle may sound the requiem of the last de- 
fender of a lost cause; the affectionate grasp of the hand of a 
Lee, given when silence is golden, and the parting word spoken 
with emotions that fill the deepest recesses of the soul, be said; 
but with spirits undaunted and desolation on every hand, the 
men of the Gray passed down the road to their happy but im- 
poverished homes, singing as they went, "Home, Sweet Home," 



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;i1 " 1 ''"'i: 1 " ""' inspiring refrain, wafted 

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on every passing 

"Ye Shall know the truth, and the truth shall 
11 take you free." 

But, my comrades, there is a more beautiful and inspiring 
Picture. One that we delight to look upon with pride and in- 
'■use devotion— the companion picture. When the last ration 
had been issued to the army, there came that sublime impas- 
sioned and never-to-be-forgotten midnight assault on the ene- 
mies lines at Petersburg, and the rationless march to Appo- 
mattox with the last act in the drama that was to close the 
scene forever. All hope seemed to have been lost, and a' night 
of gloom to settle down upon a defeated and cheerless people 
when there was a rift in the cloud, and the shadows lifted and 
the evening star as a light that shineth in a dark place ushered 
m the day star of hope, like unto the Bethlehem star, tbat was 
to point us into fresh, fields of endeavor, and to put a new son? 
in our mouth. And there was born a new Confederacy, not of 
he debris and ashes of the old, with its failures and misfor- 
tunes, but of the sublime courage and devotion of the Godly 
women of the South, whose inspiring sacrifices, heroic deeds 
and moral courage exceeded that of the battlefield, and the de- 
votion of the Spartan mother. And there was instilled into 
the minds and hearts of their sons and daughters a sacred rev- 
erence for the fathers of the Confederacy, and the imperish- 
able principle, that a people could never pass from the earth 
while honor and love of country remain. And there was the 
institution of the beautiful and appropriate memorial days 
commemorative of the gallant deeds of our dead but ever liv- 
ing heroes. And in joyous springtime, dame nature brings the 
tribute of her fragrant flowers to be laid on the altar of our 
devotion, and God's acre, the bivouac of the dead, becomes 
more saered than storied urn or consecrated dusl of kings 

But remembering that all things Confederate have "their 
truition and consummation in the celebration of the natal days 
of our great chieftains tee and Jackson, Daughters, Sons and 
Veterans assemble for the feast of reason and the flow of soul 

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when oratory, song and music unite in one grand hallelujah 
of acclaim to the heroes of the Confederacy. Here the orator 
finds his theme, his inspiration, the musician reaches hither to 
untouched chords of sweetness, mingled with past and sacred 
associations, and the veteran fulfillment of all things here be- 
low in the exaltation and sympathy of the sons and daughters 
of the South. Here is made to live again in the old songs that 
inspired him for the heroic deeds of the yesterday, and as they 
gather in memory around the camp fires to recount the expe- 
riences of the battle and to drop a tear for the departed one, 
they catch fresh, courage for the battle of the morrow and swear 
eternal allegiance to the Cause, and undying devotion to the 
memory of the one that is gone. 

Would you know the secret of their valor and heroic deeds 
born in the crucible of trial and defeat, look you to their sub- 
sequent years of patriotism and love of a united country and 
witness the same patriotism, exemplified in their sons of to-day, 
which so richly endowed their progenitors of a heroic past. 
And as we look into the fair faces of the Daughters and Sons 
of the Confederacy and witness their intense enthusiasm, zeal 
and devotion for the Cause, we catch a new vision of the fu- 
ture, and see the day rapidly approaching when these stately 
monuments, mausoleums and battle abbys erected to our great 
leaders will not stand alone, but there will be cherished, sacred 
and hallowed memories of the principles and virtues for which 
their fathers fought and died that will live and abide when 
bronze and marble shall have crumbled into dust. And what 
shall I say of the righteousness of the Cause for which they 
sacrificed all, counting not their own lives dear unto themselves, 
that they might win imperishable fame? Let the victor an- 
swer union, policy, expedience. We answer, justification un- 
der the constitution is our defense. There we leave the Cause 
with the unbiased historian who will, in time, accord us due 
mead of praise and an honorable verdict. 

And now, my comrades, what more beautiful thought or in- 
spiring message can I leave with you than Tennyson's immor- 
tal lines : 

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"Crossing the Bar" 
Stinsel and evening star, 
\'«l one clear call for 'me; 
And may there be no moaning of the bar 
When. I put out to sea. 

But such a tide as moving seems asleep 

Too full for sound and foam, 

When that which drew from out the boundless deep 

Turns again home. P 

Twilight and evening bell, 

And after that the dark: ' 

And may there be no sadness of farewell, 

When I embark. 

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place 

ine flood may bear me far, 

I hope to see my Pilot face to face 

When I have crossed the bar. 

general McKim Evans, Colonel O. B Morran nf p- i, . 
and Colonel Edgar Warneld, of AkxLdria ^ ' Chm ° nd ' 

Di^L iTT V SSi ° n ° f *? AmUal »"** of ^ Virginia 
^vision, U. C. V. convened at 2:30, Major General W R 

Freeman pres.ding. He de,ivered his annual addrest « f £ 

My Comrades, Ladies mid Gentlemen: 

mL VT bewilderin g '° en^ into ,the festivities and the 
fellowsh.p of a reunion like this. Across the chasm of e p ast 
we shake hands with those who escaped the throes of wa and 
m memory we commune with those who gave their hves' for 
Z"^l CaUSe ' But thm is sti » in o«r »£ ^ 
m IS t P u\ ^ W " h a firm tread - foll °™? the im 

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It gives me joy to see so many survivors, vigorous and hale, 
ready to winter the storms and waiting joyously for the twi- 
light and the shadows. 

But I shall not detain you but for a few moments to put be- 
fore you some information which I consider of the most vital 
importance. As is known to most of you, the American 
Legion is now preparing and will soon publish a school his- 
tory for use in the schools of our entire country. I need not 
speak here of the need of a (rue history of our people of the 
southland. You know what we have had, and how long we 
have combatted the errors put before our children in the form 
of history. ' 

The publishing committee of this new history applied to 
General Haldeman to read the proof and see to it that it should 
be fair to our people, lie in turn asked me to do this work. I 
did not feel that I could assume such a responsibility without 
the help of a trained historian. Together we went over the en- 
tire manuscript, (about ISO galleys), and I am delighted to say 
that the history is absolutely fair, tracing as it does the entire 
history of our country from its discovery, through the colonial 
days, the foundation of our government, the stormy days of 
the forties and fifties, in dealing with the slavery question and 
the abolition thereof, the secession of the states, the war, and 
the dark reconstruction days following the war. 

In all of this, we find nothing whatever that is objectionable. 
This finding is to be finally presented to our United Confeder- 
ate Veterans Association for approval. 

Following General Freeman, the Hon. Don P. Halsey, of 
Lynchburg, addressed the convention on behalf of the Sons of 
Confederate Veterans. 

Mr. Halsey: 

Sir Commander, Veterans and Sons of Veterans and Daughters 
of the Confederacy, Ladies and Gentlemen: 

Greetings of love, honor, devotion and veneration to you, 
gray-haired soldiers of the Old South, remaining survivors of 
the glorious warriors who carried the starlit banners of the 
Confederacy from victory unto victory and from defeat unto 


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,I '" |V 1 "" L M&y your sojourn in this beloved and beautiful 

n >' ,1 "".>: von unceasing joy as you mingle with your comrades 
■"«' recall the memory of those golden days of your youth 
When you lived in the romance of chivalry of war and of dan- 

■"''''• ''' old Lynchburg, whose battle-scarred veterans were 

vnur companions in so many of your heroic exploits, I brim* 
you greetings and good wishes for health, happiness and pros- 
perity for many years to come. If any reporter present should 
care o mention what I have to say, I hope he will get that word 
battle-scarred" correctly, and not write it down as it was once 
done concerning a gallant veteran. The reporter made it "bat- 
tle-scared, and when the old fellow came around next day to 
whip the editor, he was assured that it would be corrected 
But the imp of the perverse got among the types again, and 
the next issue had it "bottle-scarred." Yes, from old Lynch- 
burg, a battle-ground and a memory-haunted shrine of the Con- 
federacy, I bring you affectionate and heart-felt salutations 
and assure you that your place in her heart is eternal, that she 
sti loves to hear the old voice of honor calling to duty, and 
will cherish your deeds forever. 

In the fateful days of that great conflict which divided our 
beloved country in twain and bathed its soil in the blood of 
thousands of the best and brighest of its sons, the troops of 
btonewall Jackson, on one of those quick marches through the 
Valley of Virginia, were one day passing a farmhouse, when a 
young soldier was seen to step from the ranks and linger a 
moment beside a rural burying-ground. Twice before, during 
the campaign, he had done this, and this kind-hearted com- 
mander inquired of him to know who was laid to rest there 
under the shade of the trees." With trembling lips and fal- 
tering tongue the young soldier replied: "Near the beginning 
of the war my brother was killed (there were only two of us) 
and father and mother and I had barely enough money to o- et 
his body home from the field. Wc buried him here, and Gen- 
eral, I have this to ask from you: Every time that we pass by, 
1 want to be allowed to halt a moment and give him a tear It 
is all I can do for him now." And so, out of a similar feeling 
we sometimes think that this is all that we can do for our Con- 
federate dead-to call a halt once in awhile upon the busy 

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march of life to drop a tear of tender love and sacred memory 
upon their graves, and lay upon them the garlands of affection- 
ate remembrance. But there is more than this that we can do. 
Beautiful, indeed, is the custom of Memorial Day, when we 
consider it a hallowed privilege to bedeck their graves with 
flowers, and "oft in Springtime, when the roses bloom," will 
we scatter love's sweet incense o'er the spot where "after life's 
fitful fever they sleep well." But there is a higher duty yet 
than this that we owe them. To our hands is committed the 
sacred trust of defending against those who would misrepre- 
sent and defame them, the sacred memories of those valiant 
and heroic men, and of the righteous cause for which they 
fought. The soldiers of the South have too long been placed 
at a disadvantage in the way the history of their great struggle 
has been written, and we owe it to them and to ourselves to 
see to it that their deeds shall be truthfully perpetuated in our 
traditions and our history, for — I say it boldly— in the history 
of no people, ancient or modern, can be found a nobler record 
of manliness, of self-denying endurance, of desperate, fault- 
less valor and brilliant daring, and of heroic fortitude in the 
hour when "death whirled in his dance on the bloody ground" 
than is found in the story of you, venerable fathers, and of 
your comrades who sleep beneath the azure arch of Heaven's 
lofty dome in this land where "the battle's red blast has flashed 
to the future the fame of the past," and which was the birth- 
place and burial-ground of "the storm-cradled nation that fell." 
The men who fought for the Confederacy not only believed, 
but knew their cause was just, and they, therefore, gave to it 
the best years of their manhood, "the faith of their souls and 
the blood of their bodies," and when at last its sun had set at 
Appomattox, in a mist of blood and tears, they who were left 
behind "wrapped its memory in their loyal hearts, and death 
will find it there." By the help of the Lord God of truth and 
justice, we will be faithful to this trust. We will perpetuate 
the story of those, who, by heroic sacrifice and valor, such as 
the world had never seen before, struggled to maintain the em- 
pire of principle in the earth, and who, with honor stainless 
and consciences inviolate, laid down their lives in the fulfill- 
ment of their task, nor shall their glory be forgotten while the 


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stars keep their everlasting watch above their hallowed dust or 

;„' ' "** " «*> of splendor on the eternaTnil s We 

" «-«t mamtain, whatever partisan historians may say, Zat 
' »•«• ■■ n,ost sacred devotion to principle, and the 
'' "' '"' e P^"ot,sm, that caused the men of the Soufh to 

St^- f ° Ur tag ^ " ^- y -«ood«l fields 
and that we of the succeeding generations have as just a ri K h 
to feel pr,de m the record made by our fathers who fought be 
neath the wavmg folds of the Stars and Bars as havf those 

Stri" t I ( ° Ught 11 T thC M *« ° f ** "a- and 
Stripes, the flag we all now love to call "Old Glory " 

for I hold that true patriotism and unswerving loyalty to 

devotodT "f "^ C ° nSiStent Wi,h ^W Terence and 
devoted love for the cause of the Confederacy I am one of 
the generate born after the war, but the son^f a man whose 

woul/lt 7" *V * "" 3 S0Wier ° £ the Sou? -d 
piled no L^T ^ heritEge " f ° r a " the « old a " d silver 

h raMrv of I ET7 ^ ** ^ PTOUdeSt Crest » «* 

Zlfus kmghth00d > nor for *e grandest crown that ever 
sparkled on a monarch's brow." And speaking for the men 
and women whose fathers followed Lee and Jackson, I unhT 
tatmgly assert that, while we have no bitterness in our heats 
towards those who followed Grant and Sherman, while to the 
natron that survived the conflict we render loyalty and partiotic 

sun looks dl ™T- g ° mS a " d rePUWiCS UP ° n « hich the 

"New South™/" l\\Z Ca V hT ° ash the heavens; whik ° f *e 
New South of wh,ch Grady spoke, with its glory of achieve- 
ment and promise of splendor we are proud and confident yt 
at the same time, we have no sympathy with any "New South- 
that disparages the old; we are proud of the land of our birth 
and the memories that surround her name, and we feel that the 
young men or young women who do not feel proud that their 
fathers fought beneath the starry flag of the Confederacy a 
flag, which, thank God, dishonor never touched, are false to 
them land-aye, false to the very stars that shin bov 
her, and false to the God beyond them! We have nothing to 
be ashamed of, and nothing to apologize for, and the brave and 
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contempt, if we assume any other attitude. Away, then, with 
any false notion of a "New South," ashamed of its past and 
denying its heroes! If the South is ever to take the full and 
equal part in the restored Union to which it is by right entitled 
it is not upon any maudlin "New South," but upon the broad 
and solid foundations of the Old South that we are to build— 
the Old South with its old courage, its old courtesy, its old rev- 
erence for women, its old fortitude in trial, its old spirit of 
pride in its history, its old devotion to principle and its old tra- 
ditions of truth and honor and loyalty and right! If there ever 
was a time when the South needed to prove its loyalty to our 
reunited country, that time is long since past. The silver 
tongues of Grady and Gordon and Daniel and many others 
long ago proclaimed that loyalty, and in two great wars the 
sons of the South have sealed it with their blood. When in 
1898 the despotic flag of Spain was swept forever from the 
western world, the first blood shed in that behalf was that of 
Worth Bagley, of North Carolina. And when, in the greatest 
of all wars, our country became the deciding factor in the vic- 
tory for the right, it was the boys from the Blue Ridge Moun- 
tains of Virginia and the lowlands of Louisiana, as well as the 
boys from the Green Mountains of Vermont, the plains of In- 
diana and the golden shores of California, who gave up their 
lives upon the altar of liberty, and added to the glorious names 
of Trenton, Saratoga and Yorktown, of Manassas, Chancel- 
lorsville, Gettysburg, and Appomattox, the gold-starred and 
immortal names of Chateau-Thierry and the Forest of Ar- 

As a citizen, then, of a truly reunited country, I salute you 
well-beloved soldiers, not as heroes of a "lost cause," but as 
the surviving remnant of that immortal host who wrote the 
name of Confederate soldier in letters of flame across the skies 
whose deeds shine more resplendent as the years roll on and 
whose glory it is to have stood firm in the face of overwhelm- 
ing odds for those eternal principles of right upon which our 
government was founded, and upon which it must forever 
stand. For already the voice of history speaks your vindica- 
tion, and the statesmen, jurists and political philosophers of ev- 


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rlv '■"" l fCCOgnize that in that righteous conception of State 
sovereignty combined in a Union with expressly granted pow- 
ers lm which you fought— a Union of States "as distinct as 
the billows, yet one as the sea"— is held the hope, not only of 
America, but of the world, not only of one nation, but of hu- 
u unity. 

There was no evening session of the Confederate Veterans. 
The evening was devoted to the formal welcome to official la- 
dies. That part of the reunion program was assigned to the 
Sons of Confederate Veterans. 


The first meeting of the twenty-ninth reunion of the Vir- 
ginia Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans, was held in the 
Masonic Temple at 10 o'clock on the morning of Tuesday, 
May 20, with Commander Lee O. Miller in the chair. 

A second meeting was held in the afternoon to receive re- 
ports of the Division Commander and Division Adjutant, Staff 
Officers and committees. 

At 8 o'clock, in the Jefferson Theatre, occurred the formal 
welcome and presentation of official ladies. Albert S. Boiling 
Commander of R. T. W. Duke Camp, Sons of Confederate 
Veterans, introduced the State Commander, who upon assum- 
ing the chair delivered the following address: 

Comrade Commander, His Excellency, the Governor of Vir- 
ginia, Daughters of the Confederacy and Comrades: 
Just a few years ago we were invited to the city of Char- 
lottesville to pay a tribute of love and to honor one whose name 
has pointed the way to every son of the South. We unveiled 
the statue of General "Stonewall" Jackson. Today we are 
gathered in this same city to pay again a tribute of love, and to 
honor one whose name and life is a beacon ray to the men of 
the world, to guide them to the highest things in life. We will 
on the morrow unveil a statue of Robert- Edward Lee. The 
life of Lee is studied by soldiers to learn a lesson in strategy, 

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by historians to teach the world the effect of his life in the 
making of a nation, but as I turn the pages of the life of Lee 
I love to study the nobility of his character, his faith in God 
and his love for humanity. I cannot understand the details of 
his military plans; I know in a small way the effect of his life 
in the American Nation, but when I read of the gentleness of 
his nature, his faith in his fellow-man, I can understand why a 
young man can well follow the teaching of his life. 

On behalf of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, of which 
organization I have the honor of being the Commander, I wish 
to express appreciation of the welcome you have given us, and 
I know that the hospitality shown us is exemplary of your love 
to the cause which is represented by the white haired men in 
this assemblage tonight. Followers of Lee and Jackson, I 
greet you on behalf of the Sons. I believe that I can safely say 
that our hearts are filled with something of the same spirit 
which animated you more than sixty years ago, that our love 
for the cause for which you gave your all is just as warm as 
the love of the youth of 1861. You have done your part by 
your country; you have lived your noble life and now it is our 
duty to keep alive, not the prejudice of a wronged people, not 
the battle you waged, but the ideals which you held to be sa- 
cred, the memory of your deeds and the heroism which so en- 
riched your country. Let me take you back over the years to 
about 1860. We see a comfortable home in the hills of Vir- 
ginia; after the work of the day, the family gathered about the 
fireside planning the future of the boy of the home, all the as- 
piration and desire of the father in the future of the son. Hear 
the sound of the trumpet calling to the colors of Virginia that 
boy in whom you placed hopes. See him march to battle. 
Could I tell you of the next four years of suffering, hardships 
and danger in that boy's life, the countless sleepless nights, the 
numberless days of constant marching, the fires of hell through 
which he passed, but this I cannot do. I know that one day he 
comes home; no it is not home for the enemies of civilization 
passed that way and in their wake left a trail of charred and 
ruined houses, farms and people. But the spirit that drove you 
into battle was with you still, the desire to gather together the 


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remnanl and build a nation inspired you, and today on the sun- 
sel aide Oi life you behold a land of love and peace. This is a 
dehl we of the Sons owe to you, and this debt shall be paid by 
our constancy to the ideals for which you fought. After the 
war as you sat in that which was once your home I wonder if 
ypu (bought that your fight was vain, that your cause was un- 
just, that the principles for which you fought were wrong? 
Now, after fifty years, you behold the president of this coun- 
try, another Virginian, sounding the call "to arms" both South 
and North to defend the same principles for which you made 
your sacrifice. 

The work of the Sons is bearing fruit. Our labors are not 
in vain. We are carrying onward those same ideals, but the 
success we have attained is largely due to the fair daughters of 
the South. At every turn in the road, at every difficult task we 
lay our hands to, we find these staunch supporters of the South, 
willing and eager to assist. I believe I am justified in saying 
that without the assistance of the women little could we accom- 
plish. In establishing new Camps in the Division they have as- 
sisted materially and the large increase in the last two years is 
the result of the co-operation of the Daughters. 

At the Monroe celebration, last winter, in the city of Rich- 
mond the stalwart leader of' democracy, William Jennings Bry- 
an, after a visit to the monuments in the city, said that this 
state was truly a state of monuments. In the western states 
that great stretch of country in which many southerners after 
the war made their home, had very few reasons to erect monu- 
ments, but the State of Virginia so rich in history, the state 
that has produced so many great men and bore such an impor- 
tant part in making our nation, is so fortunate in having the 
reason for monuments. The city of Baltimore is often referred 
to as the Monumental City, surely if there is a Monumental 
State Virginia is that state. We delight in the monuments of 
our leaders, we are making the memories of the people of our 
state as lasting as bronze and granite, but these tributes are 
lasting only as long as the elements will permit, but we of the 
South, in our hearts have the love of the heroes of the Confed- 
eracy. That is a monument that will last as long as there are 
women in our South. 

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Some time ago I was present at a meeting which was being 
addressed by a very prominent gentleman from Massachusetts. 
He was loud in his praise of Virginia and things Virginian. 
He paid glowing tribute to the progress our state is making, of 
the traditons with which we were enriched. He said, however, 
Massachusetts had many things in common with Virginia, both 
in history and in progress, that Virginia had her Jamestown 
and Massachusetts her Plymouth Rock; Virginia had her York- 
town and Massachusetts had her Bunker Hill; Virginia had 
her Robert E. Lee— the gentleman paused as if unable to find 
a parallel. He could not match the name of Robert E. Lee, and 
friends, not Massachusetts or any other state, not this nation 
or any other nation in this world has yet been able to match the 
name of Robert E. Lee. Virginia did not stop there in giving 
the world unmatchable men. When the crisis came in human- 
ity's struggle for freedom, we did not turn to the North nor to 
the West, we of Virginia did not seek beyond the borders of 
our fair state for one in whom we must look for guidance, for 
there was one Virginian in the Capitol at Washington, one who 
later died as the result of battle wound, one who was as surely 
a martyr as was the unknown soldier at Arlington. And if 
this government of ours exists for a thousand years, yes, if the 
world sustains the shocks of battle in years to come, no state, 
government or nation can ever match the name of the Vir- 
ginian, Woodrow Wilson. 

Commander Miller then presented Councilman John R. 
Morris, who welcomed the city's guests on behalf of Mayor 
Joachim : 

Mr. Commander, Confederate Veterans, Official Ladies, Daugh- 
ters of the Confederacy, Sons of Confederate Veterans, 
Ladies and Gentlemen: 
As a representative of the City Government, it is my great 
privilege to welcome you to-night. 

Confederate veterans, we welcome you for the sake of the 
great cause you represent, and for the sake of those great lead- 
ers whom you followed through four years of hardship and 
privation greater than which no body of men in the history of 


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""■ «fW went through. We love and honor you for the noble 
£■£ >- ^ve set by your unselfish devotL to/a^^- 
*M For, that great cause which you believed to be right and 

In this period of world unrest, when our generation is con- 
fro ted b y Iex questiong on eyery we are .on 

by the example you set for us, when at the close of the civil 
war y OU t00k the threads of Hfe under ^ 

inlT^nM W1 ^ ViSi ° n ' r^ ^ det ~- stared 

of ours until Ti T S "I t0 deVd0P tWs «** Southland 

voti and 5 2t Stands f ° rth aS a nobIe mon ^nt to 

you and your comrades. Realizing what you have done, we of 

the younger generation should face with undaunted spirit the 
problems that confront us and with clear insight, calm judg! 
ment and undaunted spirit grapple with and successfully solve 
them. We pledge ourselves to hand down from generation to 
generation ^a true record of your great achievements and ev £ 
to keep them fresh m the hearts and minds of our children 
and our children's children until time is no more 

Daughters of the Confederacy, we welcome you, worthy suc- 
cessors of noble mothers. We admire, honor and love you for 
your unselfish work in caring for and sustaining these veterans 
m then- declining years, and for preserving the records of their 
unparalleled achievements. You have displayed at all times the 
same spint that prompted your ancestors to give their all to the 
great cause of the Confederacy. 

Official Ladies, we welcome you as a part of this sacred or- 

Sons of Confederate Veterans, we welcome you noble repre- 
sentatives of hero fathers, knowing that the same courage and 
devotion that prompted your ancestors to give their all for the 
sacred cause will, whenever the occasion arises, cause you to 
stand with unbroken front for whatever is right and just 

At this twilight hour, the spirit of that great American citi- 
zen, who did so much towards the establishing of this great na- 
tion of ours, and whose resting place is on yon mountain top 
hovers over us, and joins with us in giving you welcome. May 
your stay be pleasant and may the memories of this reunion go 

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with you through the coming years, and abide with you until 
you are called to join your leaders and comrades on the other 


In conclusion may T pause for a moment to pay tribute to 
the man, who by his vision and generosity has given to this 
community so many works of art, which will not only be a 
source of great pleasure and benefit l<> the citizens of this com- 
munity, but through the medium of the students of the Uni- 
versity of Virginia, the benefit of these works of art will be 
spread from coast to coast, and will draw attention of the whole 
country to our beautiful city. Words cannot express the ap- 
preciation this community feels to Mr. Paul Goodloe Mclntire 
for his generosity in this and other lines. These monuments 
will ever remain to remind us of the heroic deeds and great 
service rendered our country by these sons of Virginia, in whose 
memories they are erected. 

As we gaze upon these bronze figures representing Lee, Jack- 
son, Lewis and Clark and George Roger Clark, they bring to 
our minds the words of the great American poet: 

"Lives of great men all remind us, 
We can make our lives sublime, 
And departing leave behind us, 
Footprints on the sands of time. 

Footprints that perhaps another, 

Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 

Seeing shall take heart again. 

Let us then be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate, 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labor and to wait." 

Governor Trinkle responded. 

The Governor: 

Responding to your gracious greetings of welcome it is with 
mingled pleasure and pride that I address you. For again, as 
of old, through the streets of this storied city are heard the 


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'"'""■' Btraina Oi Dixie, and again, as in the olden time in that 
•"'-•-! I,„„ where we were dreaming, the Stars and Bars un- 
1,111 their beauty to the breath of a Southern breeze 

Uet "s make glad today in this, our reunion-a reunion of 
traditions, a reunion of memories, a reunion of hearts The 
world, we are told, has progressed since the days of I860- that 
commerce, that industry, that life, are now conducted alon, 
more progressive and gigantic lines. The peoples of the earth 

rw US Lw rged fr ° m " COnflkt ° f the nations - But either 
the World War, nor the world itself, has been able in its prog- 
ress to produce a peer to that matchless chieftain, that peerless 
Christian gentleman, that stainless leader of a stainless cause 
— Kobert Edward Lee. 

There are figures in history, my friends, which typify more 
than an era; which are emblematic of the purity and of the 
strength of a people. Such were those Pillars of Hercules of 
the Confederate States— Jackson and Lee. 

As I look upon your uniforms today the memory of my 
father arises before me. For he, too, was a soldier of that 
Government which arose in splendor, which was maintained in 
honor, and which sank in glory. As I honor the memory of 
•my father, so honor I those men who fought side by side with 
my father And in this spirit of veneration, of honor and of 
affection, I respond to your welcome today. 
_ Soldiers of the South, now that the battle smoke of the six- 
ties has passed from your vision, it may be that you can dis- 
cern more clearly and gaze with calmer and more steadfast eyes 
into the vista of a nearer future. It has now been more than 
fafty years since the war drums ceased their throbbing and the 
battle flags were furled. Passion and prejudice and sectional 
pride are not now what they were at the close of the four years 
of the mighty conflict. And yet today, out of the far silence of 
the sky, I seemed to hear the thin, clear call of a trumpet 
Jackson must be on guard over the battlements of eternity and 
his bugler sends a greeting to the men still left behind. 

Virginia joins in that greeting to the soldiers of the Southern 
States. She feels that in your presence she is honored. She 
knows that in your company she is happy. As you helped to 

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guard her in the days of her peril, even to the sacrifice of your 
blood, so she delights to lavish upon you an undying affection, 
which is sprung from obligation and respect. The uniform 
which you wear is the livery of honor, the cause which you 
served is a passport to glory, each of your wounds is a badge 
of courage, the records of your service is a title, to immortal- 

There are no soldiers, in the estimation of Virginia, like the 
gray-clad hosts which fought side by side with our fathers. 
Down the long line of years we still hear the roll of their ket- 
tle drums, the sound of their marching, the songs of their 
bivouac. The strains of Dixie, which so gladden our hearts 
today, still fashion the music of our dreams. And often in 
dreams again we see the long line of Confederate battle press- 
ing forward. 

Inveterate in virtue, with that chastity of honor which felt a 
stain like a wound, the leaders of the "Lost Cause" still pass 
before our mental vision, directing the movements of their men. 
The campaigns of the Valley, the fighting at Malvern Hill and 
Cold Harbor, the battles of Spotsylvania Court House, Chan- 
cellorsville, Fredericksburg and Manassas, still represent to the 
heart and to the pride of Virginia that glory that was Jackson 
and that grandeur that was Lee. 

Out of those days of imperishable splendor you, my friends, 
are bequeathed by time as the last living memorials. To be 
numbered among the veterans of the armies of the Confeder- 
acy is, in itself, to be named a hero. It is a glorious inheritance 
to hand down to your children, it is a deathless legacy to pass 
on to posterity. To such of us here today as enjoy the privi- 
lege of your presence the memory will remain as something 
sacred through life. 

Soldiers of the South, I respond to your welcome, in the 
name and with the love of the Commonwealth of Virginia. 

Greetings from the Grand Camp Confederate Veterans was 
offered by the Hon. Carter R. Bishop of Petersburg. 

Mr. Bishop: 

Mr. Chairman, Your Excellency, and the allied and beauti- 
fied Powers here assembled, whose inspiration is that Cause 


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w,l "' h was > ;|II(I « and always will be strong with the strength 
of Righl and Immortal with the immortality of Truth. 

The Chief Executive of this Commonwealth has just pro- 
claimed condign punishment to any speaker wasting more than 
ten minutes of this glorious occasion; and you know Virginians 
are very zealous in regard to observing and enforcing laws- 
pardon me— I mean home-made laws. So I shall have to be 
guided by his caution and abandon the beautiful two hours and 
a half oration that I had prepared, and keep my eyes on the 
clock so thoughtfully put up there by those in charge, which 
like the railroad signal says "Main Line, Stop!" Though, with 
all the modesty of a vestal virgin I might suggest that Henry 
A. Wise of blessed memory, once spoke five days and about 
two hours before he concluded, threw up both hands and ex- 
claimed, "Great Heavens! How my ideas do crowd me!" 

But it is military to be brief and soldierly to be emphatic. A 
soldier can cover the whole situation with few words. 

Do any of you recall the account of the Battle of the Crater 
at Petersburg, given to the press by the Confederate War De- 
partment? The battle was one of the most desperate of the 
war and certainly one of the most unique encounters known to 
history. A fort whose garrison had been destroyed by a sub- 
teranean explosion was held by twenty-five thousand Federals 
with forty thousand reserves at hand to be thrown in as soon 
as the casualities made room for them on the field and was re- 
taken by 3,000 Confederates, two-thirds of them assembled by 
dividing a portion of the line miles away. Eight hundred of 
Mahone's men charged and dislodged ten thousand, driving 
them into the pit made by the explosion where those that sur- 
vived were captured when Saunders made the last charge with 
600 men, saving the city and the army of Northern Virginia. 

I committed to memory the report sent by General Lee and 
published by the Richmond Dispatch in its next issue. It was 
in these words : 

"The enemy sprang a mine under one of our salients this 
morning. In the confusion incident to the explosion they cap- 
tured a portion of our line from which they were subsequently 
driven with loss." Two short sentences! 

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I imagine I can see Col. Walter Taylor eager to at least say 
"very heavy loss" and hear Marse Bob saying "Omit adjectives, 
Colonel Taylor." 

Another evidence of military brevity, let me cite. 

I hold in my hand a sheet of Confederate note paper, such as 
you old fellows used sixty years ago when writing to the pretty 
girls at home. At the top is written: 

"This is to certify that I have known Private Nelson Baker 
for several years and attended him for some time. He stam- 
mers very badly and makes a poor soldier unfit I think for ac- 
tive service. 

John Herbert Claiborne, Surgeon. 
Petersburg, Nov. 22, 1862." 

Just below we read: 

"Quartermasters Department 

Petersburg, Virginia Nov. 24th 1862 

Respectfully forwarded to General G. W. Smith, Richmond, 
Virginia, with the request that Private Nelson Baker, Company 
K, Seventh Virginia Cavalry be detailed to serve as teamster in 
my department. Surgeon Claiborne states that he stutters very 
badly and is unfit for active service. He will however serve as 
a teamster. 

E. B. Branch, 
A. A. Quartermaster." 

Now turn it over and read the endorsement: 

"Hdqrs. Army N. V. 
Fredericksburg, Dec. 1st 1862 

Respectfully returned disapproved. 

A soldier requires but few words in the discharge of his 


R. E. Lee, General." 

Can I cite higher or more explicit authority? Certainly not 

to this court. 

But even though I am allowed but a few minutes, I must 
compliment you old soldiers on the reports sent in to Head- 


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quarters, I know that the most irksome duty that camp offi- 
cers have lo discharge is making out reports. And yet you 
have done il with commendable promptness and care because 
you arc Confederate Soldiers from whom sixty years could not 
eradicate the conviction that nothing is as important as orders. 
The inspiration of the Confederate Soldier was that orders 
must be obeyed. When he had discharged this supreme duty, 
he was content to leave the result to higher powers, knowing 
men could do no more. The spirit embodied in some of these 
reports is worthy of special mention. One dear old fellow after 
answering the few questions on my form says: 

"I am the only living member of this Camp. I fill all the 
offices and am remitting dues for ten men." 

I found myself smiling at his simple statement of absorbing 
all the rank and dignity of the Staff and recalling one of Gil- 
bert's "Bab Ballads" with which we amused ourselves and our 
sweethearts fifty years ago. It recites that a young gentleman 
—I think he must have been a reporter— sauntering on Rams- 
gate Beach encountered a weather beaten old salt who was mut- 
tering to himself: 

"For I am the cook and the captain bold 
And the mate of the 'Nancy' brig, 
And the boatswain tight and the midship-mite 
And the crew of the captain's gig." 

Being a newspaper man, he sought an explanation of a state- 
ment that seemed to him at least complex, saying: 
"O, elderly man, it is little I know 
Of the duties of man at sea; 
But I'll eat my hand, if I understand 
How it is that you can be 
At once the cook and the captain bold 
And the mate of the 'Nancy' brig, 
And the boatswain tight and the midship-mite 
And the crew of the captain's gig." 
And the Ancient Mariner elucidated: 

It seemed that the Brig "Nancy" had been cast away on a 
barren island where they were compelled to subsist entirely on 

themselves and as he was rescued as the sole survivor he rep- 
resented in his own proper— or improper — person the whole 
ship's company and so became 

"At once the cook and the captain bold 
And the mate of the 'Nancy' brig 
And the boatswain tight and the midship-mite 
And the crew of the captain's gig." 
Having had my laugh, I sal pondering his artless statement 
till the glorious spirit of it broke in upon me. It was worth a 
hundred times the amount he remitted to enjoy the thrill that 
his message gave me, I knew that he must have been the en- 
sign of his regiment, lie remembered that the cautionary or- 
der for a charge was "forward! Guide centre! Dress and 
close in on the colours!" 

I can see him now with the battle flag of the 6th, the 12th, 
the 41st or some other Virginia regiment in the fire and 
smoke of a crucial contest. The untarnished fame of the regi- 
ment is in his keeping. Let others falter or fall his duty is to 
hold aloft the colours and advance. And when there is no 
"touch of elbows" on either side of him, he knows he is the 
whole regiment. All its glory and honour is his and he will 
maintain it. So he stands till relieved by orders or death! 
What an example! 

Don't talk to me about letting any camp disband while it has 
two members ! A camp has no authority to disband and never 
dies. When its last sentry has gone off post, his camp furls its 
banner and takes its place in the eternal bivouac of the blessed 
Parthenon of hallowed memories as an inspiration for coming 
generations, to the end of time ; and who knows but that it may 
have its share in the happiness of eternity? 

And now in spite of the condign punishment — that is prom- 
ised me for trespassing on your time, Mr. President, I must 
refer to the message found in another one of the camp reports. 
And by the way this reminds me that I have not paid tribute 
to the assembled loveliness on this rostrum which by its daz- 
zling suggestion of sweet-sixteen deludes us into thinking we 
are just about eighteen. No, I have not attempted such a trib- 
ute because I know I could not do justice to the subject. Still 


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'" mv :,I "" M and confusion in confessing such inability I am 
comforted with the conviction that nobody else could either. 

Bui il a stranger were to step in that door to-night and ask these old gray soldiers fought for, every veteran would 
rise in his place and point in eloquent silence to the beautiful 
picture here presented; and the stranger would confess himself 
sufficiently answered. 

Some one of you old fellows after filling out his report felt 
that he had not entirely unburdened his soul and so like Silas 
Wegg he "dropped into poetry in a friendly way/' and quoting 
his timely sentiment I give you this toast : 

"Here's to the Daughters who have nobly done their duty, 
May they live many years and still retain their beauty." 

Major General W. B. Freeman of Richmond, Commander 
of the Virginia Division, U. C. V., greeted the official ladies on 
behalf of the Virginia Division of Confederate Veterans. 

GenErae Freeman : 
Mr. Chairman, My Comrades, Ladies and Gentlemen: 

It is a cherished privilege and a pleasure that I bring to the 
official ladies the greetings and good wishes of the United Con- 
federate Veterans of Virginia. 

True, this remnant of the men, your fathers, who stood on 
the battle line in the great war between the states, is fast being 
decimated by the casualties of unchangeable destiny. But there 
is still a strong rearguard, keeping step, and closing up the 
ranks as they follow the immortal column of those who have 
ascended the everlasting heights beyond the skies. 

The record these men have made in contending tor human 
liberty, the right of self-determination, will live forever. The 
judgment of all right thinking men approves of what they did, 
and the sentiment is growing all the while and everywhere! 
It will never die. 

It is a cheering message that I bring you today, the message 
that a history is now being prepared that will do justice to the 
Confederate cause. The high principles for which it con- 
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knightly conduct of officers and men of the armies of the Con- 
federacy is a heritage of which our beloved southland may 
justly be proud. All over our united country, these things are 
becoming better understood and more appreciated. 

The American Legion is now engaged in preparing a school 
history designed to take its place in all American schools. Very 
naturally they want it reviewed and approved by the United 
Confederate Veterans. The Committee asked our Commander- 
in-Chief, General W. B. I [aldeman, to do this. He in turn, ap- 
pointed your speaker to undertake the work. Naturally I did 
not feel competent to assume such responsibility. I was, how- 
ever, fortunate in finding a man to assist me who is a thorough 
historian, and together we have carefully scrutinized every 
word of the text. 1 am glad to say, that so far as we have 
gone, the book is absolutely fair and just. It will be a great 
day when this history supplants all of the objectionable and 
sectional histories that the rising generation has had to endure. 

To you, Sons, I would say as a final word, go on with your 
great and good work. Multiply and strengthen your camps 
throughout our beloved southland until the whole territory is 
covered, and hold yourselves in readiness to inherit the charters 
of the veteran camps so that you can carry on the good work 
for all time. 

Mrs. Charles H. H. Thomas of the University of Virginia 
presented the greetings of the United Daughters of the Con- 

Mrs. Thomas: 

Confederate Veterans, Ladies and Gentlemen: 

I have the honor to be designated by the United Daughters 
of the Confederacy to convey to you our warmest greetings 
and welcome. 

I esteem it a great privilege to have been present at the un- 
veiling of the statue of General "Stonewall" Jackson last Oc- 
tober; how much greater privilege is this opportunity to be in- 
vited to pay tribute to that peerless leader, General Robert E. 

Charlottesville is proud to own such a work of art, and is 


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tlu] y thankful to Mr. Raul G. Mclntire who has done so much 
to enhance the beauty of our community. 

I will not offer you the keys of the city, for you will find all 
doors unlocked and open, and every citizen proud to offer you 
a hearty welcome. 

Mr. John Callan Brooks of Charlottesville greeted the official 
ladies on behalf of the American Legion. 

Mr. Brooks : 

By command of the American Legion I extend warm-hearted 
greetings to you, Mr. Commander, Official Ladies, Confederate 
Veterans, and to you, Sons of Confederate Veterans. I am hon- 
ored indeed by the privilege of standing in your presence and 
bidding all of you welcome; and I dare believe our mood on 
this occasion will permit me to say, with a special emphasis, 
Welcome, Veterans of the Confederacy! 

Confederate Veterans, half a century or more lies between 
us,^ yet the principles for which you fought, the manner in 
which you fought, and the knowledge of the dignity with which 
you bore defeat remain to us, a priceless heritage. Your cause 
was destined to defeat, yet you passed through the agony of 
fulfillment with a courage which has never been surpassed. 

Your ranks are growing thinner, and in obedience to the in- 
exorable law of nature there can be but a few more years be- 
fore the last survivor of the glorious armies of the Confeder- 
acy will have passed over the river. We who follow you will 
not, cannot, forget. We have so covenanted in our hearts. I 
stand in your presence this evening with pride but also with 
reverent sadness, for you represent to us who come after you 
—to us who have felt the hot breath of war— the remnant of 
a great race of Christian men who were not afraid to die for 
the cause they and you never doubted was right, and who, un- 
conquered by defeat, poverty and the pains of reconstruction, 
builded anew homes for your children and your children's chil- 
dren, and rehabilitated your country which reconstruction, 
more than war, had impoverished. God knows you have not 
lived in vain. The south as it is today is a memorial to your 
fidelity and devotion. Monuments of stone that are beino- 

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raised to honor you will crumble with time but the spirit of the 
Confederate soldier, indomitable in victory and defeat alike, 
will never die. 

Time is a great transmuting magician. It is transforming 
bitterness and hatred into friendship and unity. This was ex- 
emplified in the World War when in the armies that went 
across the seas to save our civilization there was neither North 
nor South — only the United States of America. This is as it 
should be. According to St. John, "We have fellowship one 
with another." 

Let us for a moment glance backward through the years — 
through the half century or more that lies between us. It was 
the year 1861. Spring had come. A glowing sun had kissed 
a dead earth and the fields and hills were alive with leaf and 
flower. The call to arms came and you answered. Four years 
passed away, four terribly tragic years, and at Appomattox the 
Army of Northern Virginia, obedient to the command of its 
leader, laid down its arms. It was Spring again and the same 
old fields and hills were in bud and bloom, but oh! what a dif- 
ference! Hope had fled from many breasts. Minds could not 
grasp the full meaning of it all. There were mothers, like 
"Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted 
because they were not;" wives and sweethearts, "sighing for 
the touch of vanished hands and the sound of voices that were 
still;" the graves of friend and foe marked where the battle 
had raged; the dread shadow of death was ever present; the 
earth was marred by the ashes of your homes. That was war 
as you knew it, a record of wastage, of bloodshed and of tears, 
of glorious sacrifice, and, in the end, defeat with honor. And 
it was in defeat that the South rose to heights of true great- 
ness. A proud people had been crushed commercially and 
overwhelmed physically by armies numerically superior, but 
you with your glorious record of having fought as Christian 
men fight accepted defeat as Christian men accept it. The 
glory of that record, Confederate soldiers, neither time nor 
man can remove or diminish. In truth, like a great soldier at 
the dawn of the Christian era, you can say, "I have fought a 
good fight, I have kept the faith." God has been with you. 
May He be with you to the end! 


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The ;u Id rcss U> Confederate Veterans and Sons was then de- 
livered hy VV. McDonald Lee, Commander-in-Chief of the Sons 
«)t ( Jonfederate Veterans. 

( low M an dicr Lee: 
Grand Commander, Ladies, Veterans, Friends— all; 

Not long since we assembled in this dear old town to regale 
ourselves, and do homage at the unveiling of a heroic statue of 
the "Right Arm" of the leader of the Confederate hosts. This 
statue, and the one soon to be unshrouded, are from the munifi- 
cent and great heart of your townsman, Paul Mclntire. His 
generosity has added doubly to our several sojourns here. He is 
known to be a lover of the South, her ideals, her valiant sons and 
heroic women. 

Perhaps no such assemblage has met in Charlottesville. If ex- 
ceeded at any time in numbers (which I doubt), it was never ex- 
celled in great impulses or the bonhomrne spirit. 

Representing the Sons of the South, I feel the depth of honor 
you confer upon me as your guest. While the minutes allotted 
me shall not be poor in the need of praise for you dear ones wear- 
ing the grey— your plaudits are ever sung in heart and voice by 
those who know of your deeds of valor in war and your triumphs 
over difficulties in the aftermath of so-called peace — I feel im- 
pelled to bring a message to the younger generation who have re- 
ceived a heritage from you, that, in the thoughtlessness of youth, 
is too often passed over without impression. I am not unmindful 
that in this great audience there are men and women striving in 
peaceful mein to burnish up the laid-away sword of Lee, rusty 
but humanly untarnished ; to keep the memories of your wonder- 
ful achievements from falling into the discard, and, above all, to 
see justice be done the South in the histories being formulated 
for world perusal. As the Commander-in-Chief of you Sons of 
the South, honored by you to the elevation that might worthily 
be aspired to by any descendant of a Confederate Veteran, I feel 
that I can speak freely to you of our accomplishments and our 
failings. The latter are many, the former to he added to by 
lessening these failings. 

Some may think the Sons of Veterans and Daughters of the 
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and feeling. It is not so. They do not desire to renew the im- 
pulses that imbued men's souls when the cannon flashed and the 
saber took its toll. No. Time assuages grief and animus, and 
the day has gone when as a small boy we knew our erstwhile foe 
as nothing but "Dam- Yankees." We do not today seek to blacken 
the memory of those who were once (he foe of you men in grey. 
No man can expect credil for his warfare, his intellect or manual 
at arms, if he decry his opponent. Vanquishing or vanquished, 
he must giv& due credit to his opponent, lest he fail in plaudit of 
his own bravery and achievements, So, for that part of the North 
who fought as they saw rij-hl ami a I I lie command of their Presi- 
dent and their Governors, I have no criticism. I have criticism 
as to the justice of their cause, because I believe them wrong to- 
day, sixty years after I he war, and I knew that you fought for 
what you knezv was right, I would not detract from the Northern 
foe except that porlion of "Hessians," or "Huns," the hired 
soldiers on the battlefield. When you went out to bury the enemy 
dead, you perhaps turned over an alien, an adventurer that went 
into the Army of the Union for gain, for a livelihood; and you 
realized that ilia I man had stopped a bullet from your gun before 
his bullet could hit (he chest of a cavalier of the South. I do 
criticize a fratricidal warfare forced upon kith and kin where 
hired mercenaries were used to overpower their brother's family. 
And it is this criticism that I have carried to New York, San 
Francisco and San Antonio. 

Let the North have its just due, and they will get it ; give them 
all that is coming to them, and they do get it. I would not detract 
from their real history, but I do say that, when I see today films 
being made up of a hundred years of American history, with 
twelve professors to be the judges and one only of these a South- 
ern man — pictures that include the War between the States that 
will probably be flashed on canvas around the world, with pur- 
ported instances where a handful of Federal soldiers put to rout 
a hundred Southern Cavaliers (it would be nearer the truth to 
reverse it) ; films that are going to depict your father and mine as 
cowards, when we knew that it took two, or three, or four and 
sometimes five Yankees to lick one Southerner — I say it behooves 
us to be up and doing to see that history is writ aright. The Sons 
started in the beginning of this program when they had as re- 


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viewers twelve professors, all northern men. We have made a 
li.i'.lii now for lliree years, costing money, time and speeches, and 
have Bl Last gotten one censor of the twelve, Prof. Matthew Page 
Andrews, of Baltimore, a fair man, and at one time Historian for 
I lie Sons of Confederate Veterans. He alone is wrestling with 
eleven Harvard and Yale and other men for the truth of American 

That is one piece of our work. The Daughters of the Con- 
federacy are helping us in it, bless them! Without the women 
we could do little. We have camps in California and Colorado. 
We could hardly start them anywhere without the assistance of 
the Daughters. In New York, where I spoke a few weeks ago 
at the Astor, we have a rousing camp of several hundred Sons of 
Confederate Veterans, and two chapters of Daughters, the mem- 
bership amounting to thousands. We are going to start in 
Boston. Two chapters of Daughters came to the Washington 
meeting from Boston, and they promised they would go back and 
organize there a camp of Sons. There are more than thirty- 
three hundred sons of Confederate Veterans in Denver, Colorado. 
Just think of that ! You wonder how these things can be, and 
what is the explanation of so many descendants of Confederate 
veterans throughout the North and West. Ah! when you, my 
fathers, with Robert E. Lee, the immortal, laid down your arms at 
Appomattox, and from there and other points came home with a 
mule or a raw-boned horse, you trudged back to find the homestead 
not nestling within well-kept bowers of roses and lilacs as you had 
left it, but overgrown with honeysuckle and briars, the doors 
■creaking on the hinges (if one was left). There was desolation 
and waste. The younger of the men who came back, oftimes the 
son with the father (both Confederate soldiers), would say to 
themselves, "There is no living here for an extra mouth. I will 
leave this distracted land ; I will go where I can make something 
to send back to my dear old parents." Horace Greeley did not say 
too early to the flower of our youth, the younger soldier unat- 
tached, to start out West, or North. And some of you perhaps 
may remember that there came back weekly or monthly stipends 
that would support those old folks at home. Today in the North- 
west it is estimated that among native-born Americans there is a 
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far as Washington or Oregon. That leven has levened the whole. 
The spirit and blood of pure-born Americans has helped save us 
from socialism, radicalism. 

I put a catechism on one occasion to those Sons in Denver. It 
was this : "What do you know about the settlement of your coun- 
try ? Who came here first and established it ?" I give you my 
word there was hardly one but had been led to believe that the 
Pilgrim Fathers, driven from England and Holland and landing 
on bleak Plymouth Rock, were the beginners of American civiliza- 
tion. And why? Because their every history taught it. They were 
Southern grandsons who had known no other history than that of 
the North and West, issued by Northern publishers. They did 
not know or think for a moment (because their history only alluded 
to Jamestown perhaps in six-point type in a foot-note) that that 
Virginia island was settled first, in 1607, thirteen years before the 
men forced out of England into Holland had pushed off, striking 
for nearabout the Jersey coast. Adverse winds drove them to the 
now-enchanted shores of New England. These Western sons 
were taught to believe the Pilgrims were the builders of the civili- 
zation of this country, when the truth is that the cavaliers of 
Europe, the real blood of England and France and Spain, settled 
their own territory south of Mason and Dixon's Line, and did it 
before the Pilgrim Fathers had even left Dutchland. Why, we 
know now that the Dutch themselves had started a colony on Man- 
hattan Island before the Pilgrims had set foot. Did you know 
that these Pilgrims were carried in a Virginia ship and that their 
charter called for a location in the "north-east part of the Colony 
of Virginia?" But how many of our histories tell that little story? 
The South is truly deficient in advertisement. Ah, that is the 
trouble with us — the lack of written history. We would not dis- 
count others, but others are not doing the South justice. Some 
twenty years ago Judge Moffett, of Roanoke, and myself, work- 
ing on the History Committee of the Sons of Veterans, found El- 
son's history used in practically every school in Virginia. I can- 
not tell you because of the ladies present what abominable stuff 
was in that history, in such horrible terms that you would not wish 
your twenty-year-old boy to read. We made a rumpus, and in 
twelve months' time it was put out of Virginia's schools. We 
then took it up with Gen. VanZandt, your old Commander-in- 


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n,irl OJ the Veterans, and with Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest, of 
the Sons' organization, and today I do not believe there is a single 
copy of that history in a State of the South or the Southwest, nor 
will there be soon a Northern-written history which is not approved 
by the Veterans, Sons of Veterans and Daughters of the Con- 

Agents of publishers came down and said, "We will eliminate 
those parts you folks object to." "All right; eliminate that and 
give a correct history and we will not make further fight on it." 
We found later that they were going to get out a "Southern Edi- 
tion," eliminating the abjured stuff for use in the South only, con- 
tinuing to furnish three-fourths of America— the East, the Middle 
West and the Pacific Coast— with the original same abominable 
stuff ; and are doing it today. We are not only continuing that 
warfare in the South, excluding unfair histories, but are carrying 
it into the North, into the West and even the East. We will not 
fight for a biased history. God knows I have never seen a biased 
history on the Southern side. Never yet, of all the histories I 
have read in my work, have I seen one biased towards the South. 
We do not so much blame Elson and commercially-minded people 
like him in trying to sell their works. Nor do I blame the North- 
ern people. I want you to take a lesson from them. It pays to 
advertise. And they have advertised Plymouth Rock. They have 
advertised Bunker Hill, which was not one-tenth the hardship, nor 
as fruitful of results as what happened at Yorktown, or even the 
little tilt by the women at Wilmington, N. C, who antedated the 
Boston Tea-Party ; or many other events in our own Southland. 
They have immortalized, yes capitalized, on their song and story, 
because our friends up North know how to advertise. They 
eulogize Paul Revere, and his job could have been done by a ten- 
year-old Virginia boy. Jack Jouett, who saved the government of 
Virginia, which at that time was the mainstay of the Revolution, 
goes down unsung. He rode three times the distance of Paul 
Revere, doing it on his own initiative, upon overhearing Tarleton's 
troops gossip in the tavern while creeping towards Monticello, and 
he saved the Governor, Thomas Jefferson, and the Legislature of 
Virginia, an organization which was then more important than the 
Continental Congress. Let them give Jack Jouett his rightful place 
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Northern verse. Let Jack Jouett's horse-ride receive the jnsl 
honor of being the instrument that saved the American Revolution 
at a critical time. Oh, I would not discount their Saratoga or 
Bunker Hill. Yet they will talk in history and the movie about 
Saratoga and their other victories, but what about the Cowpens, 
where Gates' northern laurels turned to Southern willows? and 
Yorktown, where our forefathers had to stem the tide and put on 
the glorious finish for American freedom? These will hardly be 
heard of. There will be Gettysburg, and Appomattox, and Sher- 
man's cruel march; but Manassas and Wilderness and other 
Southern feats will hardly be given passing notice. 

I tell you, young men, if you do not belong to a Camp of Sons 
of Confederate Veterans, if you deny it your influence and the pit- 
tance of a dollar, or two dollars, a year — not as much as you would 
roll up in cigarettes perhaps in a week — you are not only unmindful 
of a heritage that is given you, which life nor death nor height nor 
depth can ever take from you, but you are proving untrue to the 
honor of the ancestor who gave you birth and bequeathed you such 
a heritage. The Sons of Confederate Veterans and the Daughters 
of the Confederacy, I repeat, are not keeping up strife, but they 
are simply trying to see that justice be done in history and in the 
movies which are going to be flashed around the world, a complete 
history, as they call it, of a hundred years of America. And you 
know the children of the millions will learn from these pictures, 
as the boys of Denver learned from Northern histories that the 
Pilgrims were the first settlers of America and that Gettysburg or 
Chickamauga were the great battles of the War between the 
States, or "War of Rebellion," as they style it ; and likely no Bull 
Run or Wilderness will appear. You are derelict in duty if you 
do not join a Camp and assist in the work. I go from Canada to 
Mexico, when I can do the cause good, at my own expense. You 
pay this little tribute here to the support of the general organiza- 
tion, that it might get out literature, and, if necessary, hire some 
speaker to go where we ourselves cannot go. We have a wonder- 
ful campaign before us. 

The Daughters of the Confederacy (again I say, God bless them) 
are five hundred per cent ahead of us Sons. I am ashamed to tell 
you so, but I want to shame it into you. They are organizing 
chapters, they are helping our historians, they are organizing 


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Sons' camps and helping us in many ways. They are standing 
Strongly behind these dear fathers of ours. Now, don't you feel 
mean, you SOD of a veteran, or grandson or great-grandson, if you 
have had opportunity to join a camp and haven't done it? I hope 
and pray you will not be longer recreant. I can't say more for the 
I )aughters of the Confederacy, they are so far ahead of us. Every 
day I see greater inspiration in them than I do in the Sons, national 
and State. They are leading us all. They are daughters and 
grand-daughters of those mothers that lived in the days of the 
Sixties. Madeline Bridges must have been thinking of the South- 
ern matron when she wrote something like this : 

"There are hearts that are strong, there are spirits brave, 
There are souls that are pure and true — 

Who give to the world the best they have ; 
For the best comes back to you. 

"For life is a mirror of king and slave ; 

'Tis not what we are, but do. 
So give to the world the best you have 

And the best will come back to you." 

For a few moments let me dwell on the devotion of your mothers. 
Oh, you fathers, think of the days when you charged the can- 
non's mouth ; you had a comrade by your side ; he nudged you or 
you nudged him ; and, with the band and bugles behind, the thought 
of danger had vanished from your breast, like with the six hundred 
at Balaklava — which great piece of English heroism had been in- 
spired but shortly before by Butler and his Palmetto Regiment on 
the field of Cherubusco, in Mexico, where Southern arms carved 
an empire from that heritage of the Montezumas. Yon will bear 
me out, it was far easier for you to charge the ramparts with 
comrade by your side, supporting and sustaining and cheering, 
than it was for another — the wife, perhaps, or daughter, or sweet- 
heart — that one who stayed at home and kept the embers burn- 
ing. As she sat beside those embers, she knitted dexterously a 
sock, perhaps, or a jacket, or mitten, which she might send to the 
loved one at the front. When the courier would come (we had 
no winged-messengers of the telephone then) riding down the 

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road, she would rush out and ask "How goes the battle? Is my 
dear one still alive?" waiting with bated breath and hope. If 
told that he still lives, "Bless God!" she reverently exclaims; and 
then asks "How fares the battle? Is Stuart still riding? Is Stone- 
wall Jackson still in the saddle ? Is Robert E. Lee still leading 
our tattered hosts?" Her heart was attuned to that. When Jack- 
son fell, or when Lee told his men he could not see them suffer 
more and must through mercy give up, just think of the pangs to 
the heart that was wailing, hoping for tidings of good; and then 
came the reverse. For four long years your courage was great, 
but not so great as that of the woman you had left behind, who 
strained all her nerves and her heart and soul to help in your 
fighting while tracing the destiny of the Stars and Bars. I speak 
of your courage ; that is because it is your occasion now, but I 
know you will not think of me as treasonable when I say the 
braver of the two was the wife or daughter or sweetheart that 
had been waiting by the fireside so long. 

God bless the women of the South ! And, now, what was 
their influence in the World War? When the nations of the old 
world engaged in a death-grapple, and there appeared a line that 
seemed not to be broken (the Hindenburg Line), America went 
forth, the sons O'f the Grey, as well as of the Blue, and showed 
them, like Alexander the Great — not dallying to untie — but how 
to cut the Hindenburg Line; and Europe and the world was made 
safe for democracy. They were scions of that blood which toiled 
and hoped by the hearthside of the sixties. One thing more I 
am going to add about woman's work. They are bringing to the 
front one of the noblest of characters, unjustly maligned and al- 
most forgotten. He was truly a martyred President. The U. D. C. 
are immortalizing Jefferson Davis — not "Jeff" Davis, but "Jeffer- 
son" Davis. We talk about martyred Presidents. Yes, there 
was Lincoln, and I would not seek to break the spell of great- 
ness. There was Garfield, and McKinley, who also fell by the 
assassin's bullet. Yet I might add another martyr, Warren G. 
Harding. Providence was kind in taking Abraham Lincoln at 
the pinnacle of his glory. Had he lived out his term, he would 
surely have fallen by the machinations of politicians. Already 
had members of his cabinet set to work for his undoing. But 
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fame, ;i sorrow felt even in the Confederate ranks. One can be 
butchered in martyrdom with a great deal less pain and torment 
than he can live as a martyr. There are many things worse than 
death, and when I talk about martyred Presidents I want to say to 
you had that lone man of Beauvior, Jefferson Davis been shot 
down or stabbed by the enemy around Richmond his lot would 
have been elysian to what the years that followed brought him. 
Pronounced the greatest Secretary of War the nation ever had, 
a statesman in his day with few equals canopied by the dome at 
Washington, he became, as it were, a man without a country, and 
lived the lingering years with the unjust finger of scorn pointed 
at him. Truly Providence was less kind to him. 

Recently another President died a veritable martyr. Had God 
been as good to our Woodrow Wilson as He was to Abraham 
Lincoln, he would have been the foremost man of the world. 
Even had he died on his official trip to Europe the history of 
every nation would have chanted him as the greatest world-liver. 
But it was not to be his fate. He was to come back, and his rea- 
son be partially impaired by the torment of political enemies — 
one in particular, who, if there is a heaven and a hell, as I know 
there are, will never see Abraham's bosom. That one is Henry 
Cabot Lodge. 

Then let us take courage, men and women of the younger 
generation, and know no such word as "halt" in our battle for 
justice, even as the boys overseas. Illustrative of their valor and 
no thought of halting, I close with this little story, which I am 
sorry to see is now being repeated on the vaudeville stage. It 
was twenty years ago I heard it, while sitting in a hotel in Mem- 
phis, where we had already held two Reunions. Shortly after 
the War between the States there was a drummer, a Confederate 
cavalryman once, who had been left at his hotel by the 'bus that 
was going to the depot. Looking about, he saw only a ramshackly 
spring-wagon, an old horse and a cotton-headed negro driver. In 
desperation, he turned and said, "Can you get me to the depot in 
time to catch the train?" "I dunno, boss; I'll try." So he threw 
his grip into the old wagon, and stood up behind the driver, while 
the latter was whipping his horse. The animal was hobbling like 
this (indicating). Says the traveler, "Why don't you make him 
go? I will never catch that train!" The reply was: "Boss, 'mem- 

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ber he was an 'ol war horse, he wuz." "War horse!" exclaimed 
the ex-cavalryman. "Yes, sah ! he 'longed to Forrest's Cavalry." 
"Forrest's Cavalry! Give me those reins." The drummer 
snatched the reins, and shouted "Attention!" Up went the old 
horse's head, his tail stuck in the air. "Charge !" roared the 
drummer. Down the street that pack of bones went, lickety- 
split, helter-skelter, bookety-boo, About the time he got to the 
depot the drummer shouted "Hall !", and the old nag came back 
on all fours. The drummer rolled out and started to give the 
negro a dollar, but the answer came, "Boss, you don't owe me 
nothing. You ketch your train; you dun l'arnt me something." 
The old negro, it seems had another passenger on a hurried call 
a few days later; so he screamed out in his piping voice "Atten- 
tion!" The old horse pricked up his ears and tail. "Charge!" 
and away he went lickety split, helter-skelter. When nearing the 
destination of his passenger, the old negro began to scratch his 
head. He was getting awfully worried. Finally he said, "Boss, 
you better roll out o' here ; I dun forgot dat last word." 

They, too, our sons across the seas, had forgotten such a word 
as "halt." 

I thank you, Grand Commander and audience. I appreciate 
your listening to me. 

Colonel John R. Saunders, Attorney-General of Virginia, in 
a graceful address, presented the official ladies, and Dr. H. W. 
Battle responded for them in a spirited speech.* 


(Wednesday, May 21) 
The morning of Unveiling Day was devoted to a visit to 
Monticello by Veterans, Sons of Veterans, and Officials. At 
one-thirty the various organizations took their places in the Pa- 
rade which was to precede the unveiling in Lee Park. All 

*The compiler regrets the omission of the text of these addresses. In 
a letter to Colonel Linney, Colonel Saunders explained that he never 
writes a speech. "I don't think I could give you half a dozen sentences 
in the address which I made in Charlottesville. I certainly appreciate 
the honor you confer in asking for a copy of this address." Dr. Battle 
was equally unable to comply. He, too, spoke without notes. 


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business was suspended, and everybody in the city and all the 
guests there took part in one way or another in what many 
regard as the greatest pageant that ever moved through the 
Streets of Charlottesville. The line of march was from the 
I diversity of Virginia, Eastward on Main Street to E. Fifth 
Sheet, North along E. Fifth Street to Court Square, West 
along Jefferson Street to E. Fourth Street, North along E. 
Fourth Street to High Street, West along High Street to E. 
Second Street, and thence South along East Second Street to 
Lee Park. 

The procession moved in two Divisions as follows : 

First Division 

Mounted Police 

Chief Marshal, Colonel Thomas S. Keller 

Aids: Major Thomas P. Peyton, Major Eugene Bradbury 

Major John S. Graves, Captain Elmer Johnson, Captain 

Joel M. Cochran 

Virginia Military Institute Cadets 
Preceded by their Band 

Richmond Grays Battalion commanded by Major William W. 

Poindexter, preceded by 116th Infantry Band, led by 

J. B. Andrews, Staff Officer 183d Infantry Band 

Richmond Howitzers 

Visiting Military 
Preceded by their Band 

Company L, 116th Infantry, Staunton, commanded by Charles 

P. Serrell 

Company B, 116th Infantry, Lynchburg, commanded by T. K. 


American Legion and Spanish War Veterans 

Escort to the Governor of Virginia 

Richmond Light Infantry Blues, commanded by Major Mills 

F. Neal 

Preceded by John Marshall Pligh School Band 

Governor E. Lee Trinkle and Staff 
(In double column automobiles) 

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Invitation and Reception Committee, Speakers and Invited 

Guests, President and Hoard of Visitors of the 

University of Virginia 

(In double column automobiles) 

City Commissioners and Board of Supervisors of Albemarle 

(In double column automobiles) 

University Faculty, < Hlicers and Students 
Preceded by their Band Colonel J. A. Cole, Commanding 

SECOND Division 
Major-General W. B, Freeman, Staff and Official Ladies 
Preceded by Charlottesville Hand, (Official Band Virginia 

I )i vision) 

John Bowie Strange Camp, Grand Camp of Virginia, 

Confederate Veterans and Official Ladies 

Preceded by Stonewall Band 

Albemarle Chaper, Daughters of the Confederacy and Visiting 


R. T. W. Duke Camp, Sons of Confederate Veterans 
and Official Ladies 

Charlottesville and Albemarle High Schools 

Civic Organizations in Uniform 

Charlottesville Drum Corps 

Fire Department 

Monticello Guard and Boy Scouts Detailed as Military Police 

Commanded by Captain E. V. Walker 



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The multitude assembled about the statue in Lee Park. Va- 
rious organizations which had taken part in the parade were as- 
signed to positions of honor near to the speaker's table. The 
chair was assumed by Judge R. T. W. Duke, Jr., who said: 

Daughters of the Confederacy, Members of the John Bowie 
Strange Camp of Confederate Veterans, R. T. W. Duke 
Camp Sons of Confederate Veterans, Ladies and Gentle- 

I am but a voice to have the pleasing task of calling you to 
order and introducing those who are to take part in these exer- 
cises. Charlottesville has already bidden you welcome and with 
open hands and houses assured you of her joy at seeing you 
here. The exercises of the occasion will be opened with prayer 
by Rev. G. L. Petrie, D.D.,* Chaplain of the John Bowie 
Strange Camp of Confederate Veterans. 

Dr. Petrie: 

O God, the great God, the Giver of great blessings, we ren- 
der thanks to Thee for this supreme moment; for this day in 
which it is a privilege to live; for this occasion of which it is 
an honor to be a part; for these exercises which forever will 
be a memory of delight. 

Thou hast made our hearts glad in that by Thy kind provi- 
dence we commemorate today one whom it was an honor to 
know — a privilege to follow— a distinction to celebrate — a wel- 
come opportunity to praise. 

The erection, unveiling and dedication of this work of art 
we account a signal, divine blessing to us. 

We thank Thee for this distinguished gift so generously be- 
stowed on us by Thy servant who is one of ourselves, whose 
heart throbs with love to his own city, his own people, as also 
to the Cause deeply cherished and munificently commemorated. 

*Dr. Petrie was chaplain of the 22d Regiment of Alabama Volunteers 
C. S. A. during the War. 

We are conscious that this moment of our exalted privilege 
is a moment on which a world's vision may well converge, and 
a world's plaudits may well be bestowed. 

We thank Thee for such a hero to whom to render this trib- 
ute, such a donor to make glad our hearts by this gift, such an 
artist who has wrought his artistic concept ion into stone and 
bronze — such a beautiful ideal which shall endure in unfading 
freshness and exquisite charm, when material things have 
crumbled into dust and passed into forgetfulness. 

Thou givest us today to emphasize a name that is without re- 
proach, a record that is without a fault, a career that is with- 
out a blot. 

On the hero of our love and admiration Thou didst bestow 
extraordinary gifts, seldom, if ever before, combined in one 
person: a wealth of physical charm, personal power, intellec- 
tual force, military genius, moral purity, religious faith, beauti- 
ful life, calm repose and (lie majesty of self control. 

Grand in the moments of success; grander in the trying 
scenes of disaster. Great in victory; greater in defeat. 

With a magnetic personality, the majesty of self command 
secured without effort or intent, a supreme command of others. 

Those years of struggle and sacrifice, through which Thou 
didst lead us, and which seemed to us to be in vain, are now 
seen by us to have been worth while, to produce, develop, re- 
veal and perpetuate a life and character and memory of so 
great a hero, and the lives and characters and memories of the 
incomparable heroes who were intimately associated with him; 
together constituting a group the equal to which the world's 
annals do not record. 

This day and these exercises to which Thou has brought us 
create a classic in human life and in the history of human af- 

The grandeur and majesty of this work of art make it a suit- 
able memorial, -because it is not only a tribute and a commem- 
oration, but an emblem of him who in scenes of thrilling ex- 
citement was of all the calmest, though every movement hung 
upon his word. In the quiet of academic scenes the same calm 


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repOSfl imparted its power to impetuous youth. In the trying 
I thick u f reconstruction of governmental rule and material 
wealth 1 1 is attitude and restful pose swayed a people who loved 
him and admired him and sought to imitate his illustrious ex- 

We feel today, after all these years, the transcendent and 
pervasive calm of his extraordinary character that rose above 
and stood ever superior to every disturbing element. 

Noting these splendid qualities, so conspicuous in the career 
of our great hero, we recognize in them hints of their suprem- 
acy alone in Thee. So they become to us an inspiration and an 
upward call to reach out and up after the better and higher 
things of life. 

Enable us to emulate all the virtues of his life. Help us to 
look through and beyond him to Thee who only art perfect, 
and fashion our lives by the One Supreme Ideal. 

Help us to pay our noblest tribute to the Unattained and Un- 
attainable One from whom there will come to us forever an in- 
spiration toward a loftier reach and a better life. 

Let Thy benediction rest upon the veteran remnant of the 
great army of the years long ago. Give the old soldiers strength 
to complete life's long march, till the last lonely one has reached 
the end, and the cause which once resounded through the world 
becomes a memory and a tradition. 

Bless the veterans of all our country's wars. 

Bless the young people of today on whom soon the destinies 
of this great Nation shall rest 

May Thy choice blessings be upon the Daughters of the Con- 
federacy, worthy followers of their heroic mothers, ever 
thoughtful of the welfare and comfort of these old soldiers. 

Bless this vast multitude of people. 

Bless the speakers of this hour. Breathe on them Thy spirit. 
Clothe their messages with power. 

In the Name that is above every name, Amen. 

The Chairman (Judge Duke) : 

It is not only my privilege but my great pleasure to now pre- 
sent to you the Rev. Henry W. Battle, D.D., the son of a dis- 

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tinguished Confederate General who is himself alike distill 
guished not only as a great minister but as a great public 
speaker, and a most devoted son of Confederacy. 

Dr. Battle: 
Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: 

This is a great hour in the annals of Charlottesville and of 
Virginia! This vast assembly is composed of elements that 
would make any hour great. I bid you gaze on the scene thai 
spreads out before my eye with swelling bosoms of joy and 
pride — Confederate veterans, cherishing deathless devotion to a 
cause as dear to them in old age as when in glorious youth they 
trod, with the proud bearing of kings, battle fields consecrated 
by matchless prowess to an immortality of fame; Sons and 
Daughters of the Confederacy, their noblest heritage descent 
from men who followed Lee and Jackson in the days that tried 
men's souls; veterans of the world war — just the same on the 
battle fields of l'Vance that their fathers and grandfathers were 
at Chancellorsville and Gettysburg; children from the schools, 
lifting their young voices in acclaim of those ideals of honor 
and duty, which, as embodied in lives shaped in the school- 
room to-day, will determine the destiny of this country, and, it 
may be, the world; the honored presidents, faculties and stu- 
dent-bodies of the state's two great universities; his Excellency 
the Governor and his staff; the learned attorney-general, and 
many others whose lustrous names shed honor on their states; 
superbly uniformed and perfectly drilled military companies — 
from the Capital City, from "The West Point of the South," 
from military institutes scarcely less famous, and representa 
tives of the United States army; bands whose thrilling music 
might have imparted an added rapture to Milton's warrior 
angels; and this vast multitude, gathered from every section of 
the dear old commonwealth — hearts tumultously beating in 
sympathy with this occasion! — What does it all mean? — su- 
premely, yonder draped statue, to be unveiled, in the presence 
of this mighty concourse of men, women, and children, by a 
lineal descendant of the incomparable man whose effigy it is. 

They tell us that the pedestal is too small for the massive fig- 


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11 n '- ' |,||;|1 'S as it should be— this planet as a pedestal would 
be too small for Robert Edward Lee! Mounted on Traveller, 
lx> goes I ravelling down the ages with the laurels of time and 
eternity on his brow! 

My fellow citizens, we are peculiarly fortunate in having 
with us, on this inspiring occasion, one who will delineate the 
matchless character of our hero, and interpret our sacred emo- 
tions for us, as well as mortal can. Every drop of the red blood 
that visits his heart and flows in his veins is Confederate blood 
—Virginian, Scholar, Orator, Patriot, Christian Gentleman— I 
have the happiness and the distinguished honor of presenting 
him— Dr. M. Ashby Jones, of Atlanta, the orator of the day. 

The Chairman : 

It is my pleasing and honorable duty to introduce to you the 
gentleman who is to make the address upon this occasion. He 
is the son of one of the most ardent Confederates I have ever 
known and who was one of the most beloved Chaplains in the 
Confederate Army, Chaplain of Washington and Lee University 
during the time whilst General Lee was President of that organi- 
zation. He has followed in the footsteps of his illustrious sire- 
not only in his devotion to the cause which ended before his 
birth, but to the high calling in which his father served with such 
conspicuous ability. I present to you the Rev. Dr. M. Ashby 

Dr. Jones: 

Veterans of the Armies of the Southern Confederacy, comrades 
of my father; Daughters of the Confederacy, high priestesses at 
the altar of my mother's devotion, and Sons of Confederate 
Veterans, you who cherish the same heritage of heroism which 
is the priceless possession of my own heart, I greet you in three- 
fold love, and congratulate you that you have been counted 
worthy to become the sacred custodian of the immortal memory 
of Robert Edward Lee. And I count myself happy, indeed, to 
have a part in an occasion of such vital significance. I confess 
that I crave the words which might fit the fineness of the feeling 
which prompted this gift of Mr. Mclntire, and might mingle not 

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inharmoniously with the music of the memories which have been 
stirred in our hearts today. Giving is, indeed, the finest of all the 
arts. A gift reveals the temper of one's tastes, one's sense of 
value, and, at the same time, it is a subtle expression of one's 
estimate of those to whom he gives. A statue of Robert Edward 
Lee is a revelation of the quality of the donor's own spirit, and a 
delicate compliment to the people of this city, which shall always 
be cherished. Robert Edward Lee is ours, yet in some true and 
beautiful sense Mr, Mclntire lias given him to us again. Given 
him to us again, because in this vivid and vital expression of the 
genius of Lentelli Robert Edward Lee once again fronts the 
souls of his people, and challenges them to a consciousness of 
kinship to his own lofty spirit. 

I shall not mar Ibis occasion with any self-conscious prattle of 
my own insufficiency for (he task assigned me. I should but dis- 
count the nobility of my theme, and your high sense of the fitness 
of things did I even infer that your kind invitation carried any 
such incongruous presumption. I take it that we have gathered 
at the foot of this commanding effigy for mutual sympathy; that 
in this atmosphere of reverence and love, and by the light of the 
gathered glory of an ever increasing testimony, we may strive 
once again lo read (he meaning of a great man. For we come not 
to mourn over a memory, but to triumph in the incarnation of a 

It has been nearly sixty years since the close of the Civil War. 
The wounds of that fratricidal conflict have been healed. The 
gulf which separated men is closed, and the passions and 
prejudices which produced that fearful catastrophe have faded 
away. Most of the great actors, who walked giantlike across the 
stage of action, have passed out of the consciousness of our 
national life. Faces and figures which, in the heated imagina- 
tion of those days, loomed large with significance, in the sane and 
sober thought of new generations and new issues, have shrunken 
into normal proportions. But there is one figure silhouetted 
against that background of flaming fierceness which grows larger 
and more distinct as the fires of war subside. There is one voice 
instinct with the tone of command, yet mixed with the melody of 
love, which grows more audible as the cannons' roar subsides, 
and is more potent in proclaiming the pathway of our national 


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life today than when it called men to storm batteries of death, or 
to Stand firm against the inflowing tide of destruction. Robert 
Edward Lee is greater in the thought of the world today than 
when he was laid to rest beneath the academic shades of his be- 
loved college in Lexington. Why is this true? 

Each man's life is not only born out of his environment, but it 
must find its expression in terms of the problems and enterprises 
of his own day. Truths, sentiments, and ideals, may be univer- 
sal in their appeal to the human heart and yet before they can 
make this appeal they must become incarnated in some individual 
life, and get themselves localized in some definite period of 
human history. Not until a truth finds its Bethlehem can it be- 
come a redeeming force in history. 

So, if we would understand Robert Edward Lee, we must be- 
gin with the fundamentally significant fact that he was a Vir- 
ginian of the nineteenth century. That means that the sources 
of his personality were deeply rooted in a social soil, pregnant 
with the memories and traditions, the sentiments and convictions, 
of past generations. His story might be called the last chapter 
in the history of the building of independent commonwealths in 
our Republic. The men who wrought out the political existence 
of Virginia called it, in their pride, "The Old Dominion." The 
fundamental tenet of her political creed was that Virginia was 
an independent state, which had entered, upon certain well defined 
conditions, into a political union with other independent states. 
It must be remembered, too, that democracy at that time was even 
more of an experiment than it is today. Nor is democracy a fixed 
governmental form. It is a principle which admits of many 
forms of political expression. It is the expression of the will of 
the people in some political form. The Virginia theory was, de- 
mocracy in terms of state government, protected by a federal 
union. Now Lee had imbibed this political doctrine with his 
mother's milk, and inherited it in every corpuscle of his blood. 
He was bound to it by every tie of tradition. 

While Lee was growing up under the influences of his intense 
inheritance of a long past, within the creative culture of an em- 
phasized local consciousness, Abraham Lincoln was being molded 
within the widened horizon and limitless plains of a new 
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the past; precedents and conventionalities played little pari In 
pointing the pathway of his personality. America, to him, w.t, 
not defined in terms of stales, and the story of the struggle loi 
freedom was not identified in his thought with the traditions of 
a commonwealth. His soul, loo, bowed before an ideal of de- 
mocracy, but it was not a democracy of the states, by the states, 
and for the states. I ,ee was essentially a Virginian of Vir- 
ginians. Lincoln was a man of (he people. When Lincoln talked 
about the Union his consciousness knew no provincial barriers, 
and the floodtide of Ins sympathies swept away constitutional 
limitations and distinctions. "Union," upon the lips of Lee, 
meant a united group of self-governing commonwealths. Lin- 
coln's ideal was "a government of the people, by the people, for 
the people." Lee's ideal was a government of the people, by the 
states, for the people. Here, then, was an irrepressible conflict, 
not simply between Iwo interpretations of our Constitution, but 
between two ideals of democracy. For my present purpose I am 
not concerned as to which was right. Character can never be 
defined in terms of statutes and logic. Character is made out of 
the magic mixture of the meaning of motives, and the convictions 
of consciences. Many of the really great contests of the world 
have been the clash of conflicting consciences. In 1861 Lee's 
conscience pointed one way, Lincoln's another, and the "steel 
which answered steel" was each tempered by the white heat of a 
soul profoundly convinced of the righteousness of its conviction. 
Today, as never before, we divide the world's work into special 
tasks, and so are putting an ever increasing emphasis upon in- 
tensive training and discipline for specific work. This is more 
and more the trend of our educational processes. Thus are we 
coming to test the quality of personality by professional or voca- 
tional success. A great merchant, a great engineer, a great lawyer, a 
great soldier, is a great man. This is far from being necessarily true. 
This is to give a merely technical definition of a man's personal- 
ity, within the necessary limitations of his profession or calling. 
The possibilities of manhood are infinitely greater than any pro- 
fession, and whenever a life can be defined in terms of a special 
task it means the life has been narrowed and limited by that 
task. Here, to my mind, is the deadly danger of any educational 
purpose which limits itself to the task of making "lawyers," 


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"merchants," 01 "engineers." Manhood is something too rich 
and deep to find its full and complete expression in the forms of 
any particular work. The purpose of the school should be, first, 
l«> plow deep into the soul, releasing the wealth of its possible 
powers of personality— developing manhood first— then train the 
personality in the technique of a special expression. I am insist- 
ing that a man should be bigger than a lawyer or a doctor, more 
than a merchant, an engineer, or a preacher. 

So, when we come to study the personality of Robert Edward 
Lee, we note the fact that he was a soldier, but he was infinitely 
more, he was a man. The greatest portion of his life found ex- 
pression within the realm of military affairs. What was the 
quality of manhood which found expression in the military life 
of Leo? Acts in themselves are not right or wrong. To fight is 
neither right nor wrong, in itself. The search for the moral 
quality of a character must be made within the invisible realms 
of the spirit. Would that modern pacifists could understand 
this, and come to know that the palace of peace, for which good 
men dream and pray, must be a "building not made with hands," 
but one which, if it is to be eternal, must have its foundation laid 
deep in the spirits of men. Why do men fight ? This is the most 
revealing question which can be asked. We will ask Lee that 
question, and when a world of men can give his answer there 
will be no more war. When Robert Edward Lee left his resigna- 
tion at the War Department in Washington in 1861, and turned 
old Traveler's head toward the hills of Virginia, we care little 
about what was in the Constitution of the United States. We 
want to know what was in the heart of Lee, for by the answer to 
this question shall the verdict of history be rendered, We know 
now that he abhorred slavery; that he loved the Union of his 
fathers with passionate devotion; that while holding to the legal 
right of secession, he contemplated the separation of the states as 
nothing less than a tragedy ; that his sold was knit in a sacred 
comradeship to his brother officers of the Army ; and that by his 
accurate knowledge of both sections of our land from a military, 
standpoint, he knew the South would fail in a military contest. 
Yet, he has just refused the supreme command of the Armies of 
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power, and is deliberately riding into the shadows of sorrow, 
suffering, and humiliation. 

What is in the heart of Lee? It is something that cannot be 
measured nor weighed in the markets of the world. It is some- 
thing that rust cannot consume, and thieves cannot break in and 
steal. It is that eternal something which will walk through the 
shadows of Gethsemane, along the Via Doloroso to a cross, where 
it will die for others, Hut it will not stay dead. There is a 
triumphant resurrection utterance which proclaims that unselfish 
love lives forever. 

Closely akin to the "Why did Lee fight" is the question "How 
did Lee fight?" Indeed, the one determines the other, for what 
a man does is but the expression of the deepest motive which 
possesses him. It; is characteristic of Robert Edward Lee that, 
having once determined for himself, with a soul purged of all 
selfishness, where his pathway of duty led, he should follow it 
with no halting hesitancy or troubled timidity. "Save in defense 
of my native slate, I shall never draw my sword again," were 
the pathetic words upon his lips as he bade farewell to the be- 
loved comrades of the old army. Now, with the coming of an 
invading army, the cause to which that sword had been dedicated 
calls to him. With clearness of conviction and cleanness of con- 
science it is given in whole-hearted devotion to the defense of 

For four long years now the Lee-life finds its expression in 
battle, and by the spirit in which he fought shall he be judged. 
Let me repeat that Lee believed in his cause. This is essential to 
any large accomplishment. Not until a cause can challenge with 
completeness of confidence every faculty of the man can it sum- 
mon the devotion of every impulse and power of the personality. 
This is the essence of unselfishness, that the thought of self shall 
be lost in the consciousness of the cause. This, too, is an es- 
sential element of personal power, that no faculty of the person- 
ality shall be deflected from the prosecution of the larger pur- 
pose in order to minister to the appetites and ambitions of the 

This will account, I think, for that matchless daring of Lee, 
and for his almost unequalled ability to surcharge his men with 


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his nun spirit. Let me quickly give two instances. June 1st 
ltSf >- '"'",,,,1 |,,:, -,,1, E. Johnston being wounded. General Lee 
took command of the Army of Northern Virginia. McClellan 
had pushed Johnston back to the defenses around Richmond, and 
was only waiting for McDowell to arrive with his forces 'from 
Fredericksburg to complete the capture of the city. Stonewall 
Jackson had just completed his brilliant Valley Campaign. Lee 
ostentatiously sends reinforcements to Jackson in the Valley, 
while secretly he orders this immortal commander to his side.' 
This feint at reinforcing Jackson alarms Washington, and Mc- 
Dowell turns back for its defense. At the very moment that 
Banks and Freemont were fortifying against Jackson's expected 
attack, this thunderbolt of war strikes as out of a clear sky the 
right of McClellan's army, turns it and thus threatens his com- 
munications. The siege becomes a retreat. The moment this is 
accomplished, Lee once again detaches Jackson, sending him to 
Gordonsville to meet the advance of Pope. On his way he 
strikes once again his old antagonist, Banks, at Cedar Mountain 
with such terrific force that all Washington is thrown into a 
panic. Now McClellan's army is rapidly decreased for the de- 
fense of the capital. This also releases Lee. With that quick 
decision and celerity of movement, which made up for the dis- 
proportions in numbers, he moves to crush Pope before Mc- 
Clellan can save him. Jackson captured Manassas Junction, thus 
placing himself in the rear of Pope's army. Here, as he said, "he 
held Pope's arm until Lee appeared," and their united armies 
won the second Confederate victory on the field of Manassas. 
Colonel Henderson, the famous British military critic, speaking 
of this achievement, quotes VonMoltke as saying, "The junction 
of two armies on the field of battle is the highest achievement of 
military genius." Then he adds, "If this be true, the campaign 
against Pope has never been surpassed. Tried by this test alone, 
Lee stands out as one of the greatest soldiers of all times. Three 
other times he accomplished this feat. Against McClellan at 
Gaines' Mill, Burnside at Fredericksburg, and Hooker at Chan- 
cellorsville." Here the daring of Lee, born out of his confidence 
in his cause and utter unconsciousness of self, enabled him to 
summon every resource of himself and his followers for the ac- 
complishment of victory. 

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He had the ability to a marked degree of translating himself 
into his followers, and to possess them with the passion of his 
own spirit. At Spotsylvania Courthouse in 1864 Lee had been 
forced, in the formation of his line of battle, to make a danger- 
ous salient in the improvised earthworks, which he had hastily 
thrown up, in the very center of his line. During the night Grant 
transferred Hancock's whole corps to this point, and at early 
dawn, by a magnificent attack, (hey broke Lee's line at this critical 
point. Like the rush of maddened waters pouring through a 
breach in a dam, the rush of Federal soldiers poured through this 
breach in the Con federate defense, and threatened the very 
existence of the Army of Northern Virginia. I have stood at 
just this point, known to the old Confederates as "The Bloody 
Angle," and imagined that scene. Lee has summoned John B. 
Gordon with his command to meet this supreme emergency. As 
this intrepid leader dashes forward ahead of his troops, he sees 
General Lee, himself, turn the head of old Traveller toward the 
enemy, and divines his purpose to lead the charge. He has 
caught hold of the bridle of the old warhorse and, with all the 
passionate love for bis great leader in the tones of his voice, he is 
saying, "General Lee, you must go to the rear," and then, turn- 
ing to his troops, which, by this time, had arrived, he shouted to 
them, "Virginians and Georgians, is it necessary for General 
Lee to lead you in this charge?" And there came back like the 
thunder of Heaven above the roar of battle, "General Lee to the 
rear and we will retake those works." General Hancock, you 
need not blush for the defeat of your heroic soldiers today, for 
when that tornado of ragged gray glory struck your lines, there 
never marched an army on this continent which could have with- 
stood that charge, for there was a Robert Edward Lee in every 
gray jacket which fought that day. 

But it was not simply on the battlefield that this gift of Lee,, 
to surcharge men with his own spirit, was shown. I sometimes 
try to picture the return of the Armies of the Confederacy to 
their homes after Appomattox. They had been subjected for 
four years to the deadly and deadening temptations of the camp. 
There had been years of bloodshed, calculated to brutalize their 
natures. They went back to ruined fortunes, and often to the 


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* slu ' s ol ll "" I es, with a sickening sense of defeat and in- 
justice. They wenl back to the dark days of "Reconstruction," 
worse than war. I wonder sometimes that civilization, itself, had 
""' ""-'.ken under the strain, and that anarchy and chaos did not 
seize (lie reins and drive us to a social ruin. But, instead of 
that, these men went home to build this miracle of a New South. 
Glimpse for a moment in imagination its industrial glory. Listen 
to the buzz of the bands and the whir of the wheels of its great 
factories. Catch the rhythmic rumble of its industrial progress, 
visualize the beauty of its homes, the ever expanding efficiency 
of its splendid schools and colleges, and the lifted domes and 
pointed spires of its churches. Far be it from me, by word or 
gesture, to discount the quality of the character of these marvel- 
ous sons and daughters of the South, and yet I am profoundly 
convinced that in this matchless industrial and social triumph of 
the South, there was a reincarnation of the spirit of Lee, such as 
won victory out of defeat at the "Bloody Angle" at Spotsylvania 

I am insisting that a man's life does not consist of his words 
and acts, nor even the incidents which make up its experiences, 
but that the life finds in word and act its mode of expression and 
that its incidents and experiences serve to summon the personal 
powers into expression. So we have seen the Lee-life in battle, 
translating its full force into the accomplishment of victory'. 
He presents the well nigh unique expression of a spirit which, in 
the heated and heroic atmosphere of battle, rose above all the 
brutal passions of a fight. He freed himself from the prejudices 
of partisanship, and so mastered material force that he made war 
without the bitterness of hatred. Over and over again he was 
the victor without vindictive vengeance. Twice he led a hungry 
and impoverished army upon a victorious invasion of the enemy's 
country, and then retreated leaving no ruins to mark the wake of 
his way. 

But the Lee-life is yet to stand its severest test. It is in the 
hour of defeat that the soul of a man is most clearly revealed. 
Stripped of all defense of authority, unadorned by the glory of 
power, it must bear, and bear alone, the humiliation of failure, 
and be tested not by what it has done, but by what it is. We are 

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coming to understand that Appomattox was a crisis in American 
history. The Army of Northern Virginia had reached the limit 
of its power of resistance, but a great section of this nation still 
remained militant and unconquered. The Southern Confederacy 
might still maintain its armed contention in scattered guerrilla 
warfare for many yens. I ,ee was the only living man who 
could bring peace to America, So completely had he gained the 
loving confidence oT the Southern people, that he was the only 
man who could surrender the Confederacy. He faced the issue 
without flinching. Mis ideal for democracy — the Virginia ideal 
— had failed. But the question remained, should all hope of the 
maintenance of any democratic union in this country fail also? 
The contemplation of the continuation of the struggle by ir- 
regular warfare, carried on by roving bands and scattered groups 
of uncontrolled and undisciplined guerrillas, with its inevitable 
cruelties and wreckage, Idled the soul of Lee with horror. His 
decision, expressed in (lie words, "We have conducted this war 
as a Christian people we have submitted our contention to the 
arbitrament of arms and have failed— now I shall surrender this 
army as a Christian soldier" saved this republic and was Robert 
Edward Lee's contribution of peace and freedom to the children 
of America. In 1917-18 when the sons of the blue and of the 
gray kept step beneath the starry light and flaunting folds of one 
flag, permeated with the one purpose to make its ideal of de- 
mocracy regnanl among the nations of the world, it was because 
Lee, with the vision of a statesman and the unselfishness of a 
patriot, surrendered at Appomattox. 

And now he turns old Traveler's head away from the battle- 
field. It must have been with a breaking heart that he rode 
through the silent ranks of his war-worn followers, and saw on 
those upturned faces of devotion the tears wash their pathways 
down those powder-stained cheeks. But he rides on with the 
revelation of a radiant ideal leading him and the passion of a 
great purpose permeating his soul. He rides past the alluring 
offers of ease and comfort, honor and glory, to the altar of 
sacrificial love. He rides on to the little impoverished college in 
the rock-ribbed hills of Virginia, with the words, "I have a self- 
imposed task. As I have led the sons of the South upon the field 

of battle, so must I now lead them in the paths of peace." 


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I have often thought in reverent love that there was a striking- 
analogy between those last years of Lee at Washington College 
and the forty days of the Master's life after Golgotha. How the 
hearts of those young men must have "burned within them as he 
talked with them by the way," interpreting to them the events of 
war in terms of peace — finding in the shadows of the defeat of 
war the star of hope with its radiant promise and prophesy of the 
triumphs of peace. And I am conscious of no irreverance in say- 
ing that in those last days he seems to me to stand as on the brow 
of a mountain, saying to these young builders of a New South, 
"Go back into life and teach and live what I have taught and lived, 
and lo, I am with you always." 

The Chairman : 

It is my privilege now to introduce to you one in whose veins 
flows the blood of some of Charlottesville's most distinguished 
and beloved citizens — one who worthily fills the chair to which 
General Lee brought alike fame and honor, Dr. Henry Louis 
Smith, President of Washington and Lee University, who will 
present the statue on behalf of that great philanthropist, Paul 
Goodloe Mclntire. 

Dr. Smith : 

In the name of Mr. Paul Mclntire, a loving son of the Old 
Dominion, now back in his boyhood's home, I present to his 
city of Charlottesville this stately figure of General Lee on 
Traveler. Here in the center of the city's social and economic 
life may it stand forever to recall the glory of the unforgotten 
Past, to lift the busy Present to higher levels of patriotism and 
self-sacrifice, and to teach to endless generations of the Future 
the lofty lessons of his defeated yet triumphant life. 

I do not wonder that this Virginia gentleman was and is and 
shall forever be the idol of every Southern heart — aye, of ev- 
ery human heart, North, South, East, and West. In his unique 
and matchless character were distilled and concentrated all 
those traditions and characteristics that constituted the moral 
greatness of the Old South at its best estate. 

Its unusual combination of manly courage and womanly 

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tenderness, its habitual gentleness toward the weak and help- 
less, its lofty sense of personal dignity, personal honor, and 
personal integrity, its passionate love of home and children, its 
chivalrous exaltation of womanhood, its deep and fervid re- 
ligious piety — all these seemed to burst into full flower and 
perfect fruitage in the charactei ol the South's ideal hero, just 
before the tree of civilization which bore such wondrous fruit 
was uprooted and destroyed forever by the earthquake and 
tempest of war. 

It is not my purpose lo speak today of Lee the Soldier, the 
hero of a hundred battlefields, the demigod of war, but of Lee 
the hero of peace, the Christian saint, the pacemaker between 
North and South, the educational statesman, the victor over 
defeat, whose life-work after Appomattox, when all its mani- 
fold results are dually summed up by Heaven's unerring cal- 
culus, will outshine, outweigh, and outlast all the more spectac- 
ular glories of his military career. 

Thrice fortunate is the South, and through her the nation 
and the world, thai whenever and wherever, through the long 
ages of the future, she turns her eyes toward the stately figure 
of her ideal hero, on the lofty pedestal of his ever-growing 
fame, she sees floating over his head, as the one and only flag 
of his unchanged and undivided allegiance, not the stars and 
stripes which he so regretfully furled and laid for a time away, 
nor the stars and bars, that hallowed flag of memory and tears, 
which disappeared forever amid the battle-smoke of a hundred 
fields of honor, but the starry banner of the Cross, that flag 
that knows no North or South, no surrender or defeat, no 
Gettysburg or Appomattox, that starry flag of the world's heart 
and hope, that shall yet float in universal triumph over land 
and sea. 

In these troubled times of waning faith and restless uncer- 
tainty, may Lee the Christian saint teach us and our children 
this lofty lesson: that living, loving, personal faith in a living, 
loving, personal God is at once the source and inspiration and 
the measure of all true human greatness. 

None but Lee the Christian after four years of war's devil- 
ish cruelties, when his armies had been crushed and his home- 


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land swepl by fire and drenched in blood, could say of his ene- 
mies "I have never seen the day when I did not pray for them." 

It was due to his overwhelming- influence that the war ended 
at Appomattox and the nation was spared the endless horrors 
and hatreds of guerrilla warfare. To his efforts and example, 
more than to those of any other leader, North or South, we 
owe the obliteration in a single generation of sectional bitter- 
ness, and the present harmony of our reunited nation under the 
flag of our fathers. 

To me this mounted figure recalls not the lurid splendor of 
the battlefield, but that peaceful August day when Lee on 
Traveler rode through these very streets on his way to Lexing- 
ton. Turning his back on all offers of wealth and ease and 
luxury at home and abroad, he dedicated his matchless life not 
to the memories of the past but to the South of the future, 
undertook the Herculean task of rebuilding Washington's bank- 
rupt and looted institution, and sacrified his life that he might 
teach the young men of his beloved South to solve the prob- 
lems and bear the burdens of their harassed and stormy times. 
Mounting his war-horse, Traveler, he rode alone four days 
westward across the Blue Ridge and quietly entered upon the 
most fruitful period of his eventful life. 

With ceaseless toil and magnetic zeal and consummate abil- 
ity and statesmanlike wisdom he added students, teachers, 
buildings, and endowments to Washington's ancient founda- 
tion, revolutionized the old classical curriculum, founded new 
departments of English, Modern Languages, Applied Chemis- 
try, and Physics, founded schools of Engineering, Law, Journ- 
alism, and Commerce, saturated the institution with his spirit, 
fixed for all time, we trust, its unique campus traditions of 
chivalry, courtesy, and personal honor, and then, worn out by 
his incessant labors, fell at his post from overwork, and be- 
queathed to it his matchless example, his sacred dust, and his 
incomparable name. 

Thus like his Divine Exemplar on the hills of Galilee, he 
sacrificed his mortal life that his life-work might through that 
sacrifice become immortal, and taught to you and me and all 
the generations following the glory of self-renunciation, of 

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fidelity to the duty of the hour at whatever cost of personal 

But greater to me than Lee the Soldier, or Lee the Educator, 
is Lee the Victor over Defeat. 

His gigantic efforts had come to nought, his military career 
had ended in hopeless defeat, his mighty armies had been shat- 
tered, scattered, defeated, surrendered, disbanded, the land he 
fought so hard to save was overrun and subjugated, and he 
himself, its adored leader, a paroled and disfranchised captive 
of war, stripped of rank and power in an obscure mountain 
village, was supervising the conduct and studies of a handful 
of college boys. 

Yet even then and there the majesty of his matchless char- 
acter towered above the clouds of defeat and made his humble 
dwelling place a sacred shrine. His defeat was but apparent. 
Long since has the impartial verdict of the slow-moving years 
crowned as the real victor of Appomattox not Ulysses S. Grant 
and his swarming armies, but the undefeated spirit of Robert 
E. Lee. His surrender was not temporary. Long since have 
his enemies and detractors surrendered in their turn to this 
hero of defeat. Mis name and fame are growing with every 
passing year, their splendor heightened rather than obscured by 
this dark background of failure and disaster. 

What lesson can we of this generation learn from this amaz- 
ing victory of the vanquished? Surely this — the essential and 
eternal supremacy of the invisible things of the spirit over 
those of time and sense; that real greatness is neither meas- 
ured nor determined by the accident of success or failure but 
solely by the spirit with which they are borne; that godlike 
character may rise majestic over circumstances, however ad- 

Would God such a spirit and such leadership were guiding 
our storm-tossed nation and our storm-tossed world today. 
Surely never were we in greater need of the sense of human 
brotherhood, of the spirit of obedience to law, of the subordi- 
nation of personal and national ambitions, to the welfare of 
distressed and despairing humanity, and of the serene and un- 
wavering faith and trust which upheld and steadied Lee and 


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his associates In (hose days of disaster and defeat. Let us of 
the New South, intoxicated with material prosperity and in- 
creasing luxury, learn the supremacy of the things of the spirit 
" ' ,)ln General Lee's example alone but from our own fa- 
thers and mothers of 1865. 

And let me as its most unworthy spokesman reaffirm what 
the Old South believed with all its heart, and what the shades 
of our mighty deed still teach from storied urn and monu- 
mental granite, that all true greatness, whether of an individual 
or of a nation, is always and forever moral, never merely or 
mainly material. Our visible possessions, our houses and lands 
our railways and factories, our cannon and battleships— these 
are not the essentials of Christian civilization but only its tools 
and trappings, already on their way to the scrapheap. Among 
them national character rises like a marble shaft amid piles of 
decaying rubbish. 

National wealth may come and it may go. National power 
may wax and it may wane. The passing centuries are forever 
changing national customs of dress, architecture, government 
and finance. But the great moral judgments of the world' 
moral standards, moral laws, moral ideals— these stand un- 
changed from age to age. No transient splendor of accumu- 
lated wealth can ever make this land of ours truly great or even 
truly rich. Our invisible assets must be estimated at their full 
value. Civic honor and purity, height of national ideals, capac- 
ity for heroism and self-sacrifice, commercial honesty and do- 
mestic virtue, love of justice and sense of human brotherhood 
—these cannot be measured by long lists of industrial enter- 
prises, by millions or billions of accumulated capital, or even 
by percentage ratios of literacy and illiteracy. 

As we leave this Mount of Transfiguration and plunge once 
more into the busy whirl of our amazing material development, 
let us carry deeply graven on our hearts this solemn and awak- 
ening truth: that the most momentous question which con- 
fronts the New South of our day is not one of manufactures or 
commerce or agriculture, not what we buy or make or sell, not 
what we have, nor what we will get, but what we are and what 
our children will become. 

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The Chairman : 

I am now about to perform a work of supererogation — to in 
troduce to a Virginia audience Dr. Kdwin A. Alderman, who 
needs no introduction to any audience, North or South. 

Dr. Alderman : 
Your Excellency, Confederate Veterans, Ladies and Gentlemen: 

In behalf of the city of Charlottesville and the county of 
Albemarle I accept al your hands, President Smith, as the rep- 
resentative of Paul Goodloe Mclntire, a far-seeing and patriotic 
citizen, this noble statue of Robert Edward Lee. I have the 
honor to speak the deep gratitude of the people of this town and 
county to the ^iver «.f this priceless gift. He has richly earned 
the affection and gratitude of his fellow citizens. Here Robert 
E. Lee si nil stand during (he ages at the center of their lives, 
teaching, through the captivating medium of beauty, the ever- 
lasting lesson of dignity and character, of valor and the life un- 

And now wh;it may I say of Robert E. Lee that all the world 
has not better said? You have just heard a moving oration 
celebrating the career and the qualities of the great warrior 
statesman. There is no need that I should do other than ac- 
cept with profound gratitude the statue itself. The fame of 
Lee is so secure and so well lit up with history's everlasting 
lamp that silence seems a fitter thing than speech. The South 
has seen much of bitterness and wormwood in the decades that 
intervene between Appomattox and this hour, but we should 
never cease to be grateful to the God of nations that he had the 
people of the South enough in his care to choose for their 
leader this stainless man "whose strength was as the strength 
of ten because his heart was pure," so large and ample in na- 
ture, so gifted with royal genius — even the warrior's genius — 
and yet so merciful, so sweet-tempered and withal so dowered 
with pity and understanding. 

It was Washington's all cloudless glory to found a nation. 
So much cannot be said of Lee. Yet he has done even more 
than his great prototype. He has become a majestic ideal to a 
whole land, incarnating their aspirations of manliness and 


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realizing their dreams of right living. If Lee had been other 
that! he was in 1865, if he had been smitten with some madness 
for glory like the great Emperor of the French, we might not 
have to tell our proudest story of weary men returning to find 
bread to eat, clean in honor if broken in heart, but rather some 
mad orgy of despair and revolution. 

But this man who stood for us in the great struggle did not 
spell glory out of life, but duty, and he saw God in his Heaven 
and in all the wide earth. So our hero is not some strange 
portent, half demon and half angel, "in whose brain the eagles 
of inspiration built their eyries and in whose breast hissed the 
serpents of ambition," as Heine said of Napoleon, but a great, 
beautiful, resolute man unspoiled by victory, undismayed by 
disaster and counting himself but little if the deed were done 

I repeat that God was good and full of thought for his peo- 
ple to set in the forefront of their lives so faultless and ample 
a man, and surely the people of this community may count 
themselves fortunate in having here before their very eyes for 
all time so glorious a presentment of human virtue and great- 

Th3 Chairman : 

To unveil the monument, we have called a little child, whose 
purity and innocence is a fit type of her great ancestor. I re- 
quest his Excellency, the Governor of Virginia, Paul G. Mc- 
Intire, the sculptor Leo Lentelli, who with Major General Wil- 
liam B. Freeman, head of the Confederate Veterans, Colonel C. 
B. Linney, Commander of the Grand Camp of Virginia, Com- 
rade Bartlett Boiling, and Colonel Carter R. Bishop, as escort 
of honor to accompany this young lady to perform the pleasing 
duty of unveiling this monument, but before so doing [placing 
the young girl on the tabic in front of the speaker] I wish to 
present to you the great-granddaughter of the greatest man 
who ever lived. 

[This was the most dramatic moment in a day of moving 
scenes. A great demonstration ensued. The veterans rose to 
their feet and cheered, while the little lady, uncoached, waved 
her hand to the multitude.] 

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The Chairman : 

A benediction is a form oi words coming from the heart 
which dismisses an audience with (lie blessings of Almighty 
God. Some lives are ;i benediction in themselves and the gen- 
tleman whom I now presenl to yon, whose own life has been a 
benediction, will close these ceremonies. I call upon the Rev. 
Giles B. Cooke, \).\)., the lasl surviving member of General 
Lee's staff, to dismiss us 

Dr. Cooke: 

Almighty Sovereign, God of Might 

Who counts die sparrows in their flight, 

Look down with love, and comfort give 

These comrades who live 

And gather here to honor pay 

Beloved ones who wore the gray. 

( ) Pal her, Son, and Holy Ghost! 

Strengthen the fragment of that host 

Who fought for what they deemed was right, 

Leaving a record fair and bright, 

Unsullied by dark deeds of sin. 

And though they lost, 'twas theirs to win 

A crown that will a glory be 

To all their loved posterity. 

Triune of love and life and might 

Teach us, O Lord! to do the right, 

And let thy tender love to-day, 

Rest on those men who wore the grey. 

The quoted lines are by Frances Goggin Maltby. 

In the evening a reception to Veterans, Sons of Veterans, 
official ladies and invited guests was given in the Memorial 
Gymnasium in the grounds of the University of Virginia, 
After the reception there was a grand ball in the same build- 
ing, in which Veterans took part with youthful enthusiasm. 


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^ At 9 o'clock of the morning of Thursday, May 22, the 
Grand Camp held its final meeting, at which Commander C B 
Linney presided. The reports of the several standing commit- 
tees were presented and disposed of, after which the Camp 
went into the election of officers. 

The following were chosen: 

Grand Commander— C. B. Linney, of Charlottesville. 
First Lieutenant Commander— James P. Whitman, of Horse- 

Second Lieutenant Commander— C. W. Kurtz, of Winches- 

Third Lieutenant Commander— W. P. Nye, of Radford. 
Quartermaster-General— S. W. Paulette, of' Farmville. 
Inspector-General— James P. Whitman, of Horsepen.' 
Chaplain-General— The Rev. James C. Reed, of Lynchburg. 
Surgeon-General— Dr. George W. Crozier, of Roanoke. 
Adjutant-General and Chief of Staff— Carter R. Bishop, of 

Assistant- Adjutant General— Robert Gilliam, of Petersburg. 

Following the election of officers, Commander Linney re- 
turned thanks for another expression of confidence in him. 

"Your coming and presence among us has been as a Heaven- 
sent benediction, and in the name of Mr. Paul Mclntire and 
the people of the city we thank you. We wish you a safe re- 
turn home, and many years of health and happiness." 

^ Resolutions were adopted thanking the people of Charlottes- 
ville for the princely hospitality extended the Veterans during 
their stay here; the good women of the city, for their kindness 
and attention; the railroads for reduced rates offered; and the 
Boy Scouts and other organizations who contributed to the 
happiness and comfort of the old soldiers. 

The final session of the twenty-ninth annual reunion of the 
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held this morning beginning al 10 o'clock .ii the Gleason Moid. 
and State Commander !,<■<■ 0, Miller, of Richmond presided. 
A special feature of the meeting was the presence in the ball 
of a score or more of S] ion and tnaids-of -honor of the va- 
rious camps throughout the State, and the Sons gave them a 
cordial, Virginia welcome. 

Officers for the ensuing yeai were then elected as follows: 

State Commander K'. A. Gilliam, of Montvale. 

Brigade Commanders First, John R. Saunders, of Richmond; 
second, H. E. Hagan, Jr., of Richmond; third, R. G. Larkin, 
of Roanoke; fourth, Homer Richey, of Charlottesville; fifth, 
E; P. Francis, of Madison. 

The convention adjourned sine die after passing resolutions 
extending thanks to the local community for courtesies ex- 
tended, the Daughters <>f the Confederacy for their indispens- 
able aid and CO Operation; the business men of the city for the 
time given and attention shown to visitors, and especially for 
the use of automobiles in accommodating the delegates and vis-